Stuck in the monotonous motions of work again.

Work. Sleep.

School. Sleep.

Barely eat.

The patterns that defined the worst parts of my history. Full circle to the days i was sleeping on Irven’s floor hoping for more for myself.

I would run on 3 hours of sleep a day because my mind was never at rest. Because i was too bless to be unhappy. Because the pad took place of my mistrust for therapy.

Locking myself into my room for three days. Functioning at the bare necessity.

It’s all apart of life though.

Sometimes the lows feel unbearable. you find yourself sinking past the point where you can find any light. Life’s Aphotic zone. You try to crawl yourself out the hole but you find you’re digging the wrong way and u thoughts are burying you further. Yk?

Idk.

We move.

We live.