“it’s not that it’s easy and it’s simple but it’s doable” I hear from the speakers of my laptop.

i can trust this message. It’s grey. Nor black nor white. Therefore, the ability to believe in it exponentially rises…

i haven’t been OK. If there’s a time I can pinpoint as the beginning of the fall it would be… September 2023. there were signs… signs I ignored… signs I misinterpreted. Because I’d never imagine I’d be in a black hole ever again… not at this age, not right now, not… again.

all I have left is a tiny bit of hope that I keep in my heart for when the head forgets about it.