Feb
28
i am such
a fool, because no matter how perfect everything is (and right now it could be so much worse) I still insist on feeling sorry for myself, pitying, ‘depressed’. I just want a change so badly. I want day after day of being free, of walking endlessly through the city, I can’t stand being so crushed in. I just don’t want to be like this, I can’t stand it. I can’t. I can’t. I want a change. I will keep repeating these words because I can’t think of anything new, I am just the same over and over and over and over. I think I’m just unhappy,
this will pass.
