Tfw

Somewhere along the line I lost all motivation to try. I only feel bad for myself and so I drag everyone down with me. I can't handle the weight of the day to day. Then the nights get wild. I can't afford the minimum but I pay it anyways. The nights get wild. I can't afford the cab but I take it anyways. The days get dark. I can't even remember the last thing I remember. I'm no stranger to sorrow, no guest to guilt. I won't feel better tomorrow. Just a strange sense of complacency that drags me along anxiously, far away from anywhere that I thought I would ever want to be.