My spirit is broken. I’m buried in a mountainous fathomless void of joylessness without any sense of direction for a way out. I’m shrouded with a dense heavy haze of despair.
My aura has the color of melancholia.
I’m broke. I have nothing. No value.
I’m tired of people promoting dull unremarkable people.
I’m tired of OTHER people succeeding.
It’s time I stop thinking that everybody around me is better than me and start appreciate my true value.
I want to roam random streets in an unknown city. I want to explore a new place.
I want to be somewhere far from here and not belong anywhere, I just want to exist somewhere over there in the moment.
It feels unachievable to get out of this hole of terror emotions.
I get so hung up on where I’d rather be, I forget to make the most of where I am.
That awesome feeling when you get an idea, so you can’t wait to wake up in the morning and start working on it.