April 23, 2026

I can feel myself getting to my limit. Today it felt tangible. Like it wouldn't kill me. Like this isn't worth it. Like I'd be better off alone. Like it would be easy. I know it wouldn't be easy, I think it would break me, but surely it'd be better than this fucking shit show. It's like I'm stuck in a bunch of molasses. It's sweet, sure, but that shit will drown me. Thing is I'm pretty sure I've forgotten how to swim.