Current mental state: Duster - Me and The Birds, and this image.

might delete this, idk

The brief moments of happiness are now fading faster than ever. I'm alone on this island and I don't know where to even begin making my way off of it. It feels like I'm drifting further from the mainland every day.

Nobody's gonna help save me so I might as well accept my current state of being in this lonely void. I'm trying to hold on to hope that things will get better but it's hard when all the good in the world feels so much further away than the bad. Like Sisyphus, I'll still continue despite everything. It'll take far more than this to make me give up, but that doesn't change the fact that it still hurts. can't fucking wait until this time in my life is just a bad memory.