I’m the sand in the top of an hourglass, fading away until I’m no longer there. My friends say I’ll make it through, that I’ll definitely survive this plague eating away at me for months. I don’t believe them. I am getting smaller and smaller. No matter what I do, nothing that used to make me happy hits the same anymore. Music, video games, reading… It just feels like a waste of time. I don’t know where I want to be in 2 years from now, it just seems so wrong that I’ll get that far. Whatever I do, I just get sucked into this wormhole of boredom and longing for something new. All my real life friends that I thought knew me haven’t seen me in months. I lost everyone I cared about, I’ve lost my drive and everything just feels bland. I don’t really know what I’ll do to get out of this, but I hope my only out isn’t the one that many people immediately think of.
“You’ll make it through.”
“You can get your life together.”
“You are valued and people care about you.”
“We will always be there for you.”
I really hope so, friends.
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