Why Am I Awake? (pt V)

Why am I even awake?

I ask myself that question every morning. I don’t want to kill myself, but I certainly don’t want to live either. Neither do I desire to write anymore--that’s improper grammar, isn’t it? Whatever, I don’t care.

I’m done trying to keep up a sense of structure. My writing is getting sloppier, but that’s what writing is. I’m not trying to make some avant-garde statement or anything. I’m not even writing stories anymore--just thoughts.

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