
Eudaimonic
I want to fade away.
- Aug 11, 2023
- 854
Every morning, I wake, I silently pray that this nightmare is finally over.
And of course, it never is, because it isn't a nightmare. It's reality, my reality.
I feel a creeping sense of dread as I realize that I'm still here, still trapped in this body and in this life I don't want.
The despair is overwhelming.
And of course, it never is, because it isn't a nightmare. It's reality, my reality.
I feel a creeping sense of dread as I realize that I'm still here, still trapped in this body and in this life I don't want.
The despair is overwhelming.