i think i know, i think i’ve always known, that this world wasn’t meant for me. i think that if things continue the way they’re going, i’m eventually going to end it all. not any time soon, and not out of anger or despair. i think if the only options are to labour under capitalism, sell my life away and still barely scrap by, or to quit? then i’m not sticking around. my body physically revolts at the idea of working 8 to 6 just so i can afford to exist. i don’t want credit card debt, a mortgage, more things to buy. i want to breathe in, breathe out, and live. i want to stare at nature, enjoy music, hug friends, twirl in the sun, bathe at sea. i want to LIVE, instead of just surviving.

it slowly chips away at my soul. eventually it’ll catch up to me. when i’m a worn-down husk, soulless, i’ll quit things once and for all.

i’m going to live for as long as i can.

-D