I’m losing interest in reality.
Yeah, I have this habit of calling everything that sickens me reality.
I’m totally sick of everything that’s reality. I keep wanting to reset my life and start all over but that absolutely can’t happen. I keep wanting to run away from everything—everything that saddens me, maddens me, and sickens me.
I keep escaping because I couldn’t accept that this
THIS IS MY REALITY
And I know that I have no one else to blame beside myself
Because I did this;
I did all these to myself.
I’ve lost my chances to change things
I’d like to think that it’s just a bad day.
Of a tough week.
Of a bad month.
Of a terrible sem.
Of a dreadful existence.