eventually, frustrated, someone just asks you: “what’s so hard?” and you stare at them, blankly, and you wonder the same thing yourself.
everyone else just lives. they get up, they go out, they get shit done. why can’t you? why do you find it so hard to do what everyone else does naturally? will you ever find it easier? or are you just stuck here?
“what’s so hard?” they repeat, and this time, you look away, eyes stinging. you sit in silence until they shrug, exasperated, and walk away.
















