HomeLife feels like shades of grey, like I am sitting on a slowly shrinking island whose sand is being eroded away by dark, messy waves.
My joy and creativity have abandoned me.
While I don’t feel hopeless, I feel less hope.
September 30th, 2021
Life feels like shades of grey, like I am sitting on a slowly shrinking island whose sand is being eroded away by dark, messy waves.
My joy and creativity have abandoned me.
While I don’t feel hopeless, I feel less hope.
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