Years and years and years later
Happy about the things i wanted so badly to be happy about back then
But unhappy about old and new things that Iām still hoping one day to be happy about
Itās not depression, sometimes anxiety, but i donāt know what else it is.
Like a prisoner in my own mind, always wanting more and never feeling satisfied.
I was told to expect great things and nothing feels great about this
Penny pinching, grabbing fat rolls, slathering on face creams, straightening hair, laughing at stupid jokes, giving into hustle culture because I should be grateful i get to do that
Feels like every road reads to a wall, i donāt know what else to do or where else to turn. It all ends up repeating the same pattern
Whoās rooting for me? I hope someone besides my mom is rooting for me. Hopefully youāre rooting for me, real you, metaphorical you, high above you, whoever you.
I feel used and misled by the system that paved the road for me but never intended for me to get this far. Now i get to look around and realize thereās not another one of me not because Iām special, but because itās a matter of time before thereās none of me.
I could wonder about all the what ifs but i know i wouldnāt be happy until i knew, and i guess i am happy about that.
But i hope to one day be able to login and say, Iām still unhappy about some things but none of the ones that Iāve been unhappy about since i logged in.
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