Full of Stones

The world’s a beast of a burden

You’ve been holding up a long time.

-What the Water Gave Me by Florence + The Machine

 

I keep telling myself that someday I'll be able to be weak, and to break down. But the fact of the matter is, I don't know how anymore. I don't know how to let people in, I don't want to know how to let people in. I'm going through a particularly "Fuck everything" phase of my depression right now, but I feel like I'll always be drowning, in debt, or depression, or well-wishers telling me my sister had a beautiful soul and if I need anything just ask them, like I can actually ask anyone for anything, so what's the point in feeling it?

 

I hope someday I wake up and I can feel something.

Done