Woke up from my nap, feeling disoriented. The first thing I asked myself was, "What the hell is going on?"
Then I realised. I've been asking myself that question way too often in the past few months. And I haven't been able to give myself an answer.
Sometimes, it isn't up to me.
I wish dreaming wasn't so tiring. Life outside of a dream is tiring enough.
I wish I could drag myself out of the pits once and for all.
No comments:
Post a Comment