I am stuck wondering what's the point. I have answered this question many times for other people. But I can't seem to for myself.
Why am I forcing myself to deal with health problems? Why am I bothering with personal responsibilities? Where is the joy? The meaning? The satisfaction?
Every time I feel like I've turned a corner, I end up circling back to my same fucked up place. Or a similar one about ten feet over.
It's probably the migraine talking. But if the migraines are that loud of a distraction, then what's the point?
Also, I wrote some really great stuff in my head last night, but the bright screen of my phone (even turned all the way down with blue blockers on it) was not conducive to my emotional state. So blah blah blah, fuck my life.
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