It’s the holiday season, and I’m back on that bullshit.
The end of the year always gets me down.
Joyful, Joyful. I don’t feel so joyful.
I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders. The weight of the entire world.
I just want to disconnect.
Snap out of it. Stay present.
You gotta get through this.
You gotta get through this, and you better enjoy it.
You have one life. Just this one life, and you better enjoy it.
Who knows how many holiday seasons you have left.
Anything can happen.
Fuck.
Stop thinking about death. You’re always thinking about death.
Stay calm. Everything is going to be okay.
But how does anyone know for sure?
They don’t.
All of this is meaningless. Why is everything so meaningless?
Why am I the only one freaking out?
I just don’t understand.
Send help.
It’s the holiday season, and I’m back on that bullshit.