not increasing rent
not gas prices
but having to get up each day and make decisions with a constantly moving finish line
this life doesn’t feel like home
i’m on a trip i didn’t plan and i dont know when i can leave
no medication can make me numb to the fact that my purpose feels far away
my companion on this earth has left and i’m stuck trying to pass the time
i’m not sad for no reason
my depression was not inherited
i just dont belong
starlight & stanzas 