In my first 20+ years I jammed in more than most people do in a lifetime. My nature screams for peace. And for 15+ years I’ve been zeroing in on the peace and quiet and solitude that I desperately need just to survive, let alone thrive. But my body just adjusts along with my setting, so that it takes less and less to exhaust me or send me spiraling or anything negative really.
I can’t handle life. Any life. No matter what I try it’s never good enough. And I have no hope that I’ll ever be good enough.
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