Stuff

Sometimes things sort of end abruptly.

I feel like I can't compete. Maybe I can't. I just have to learn to accept that. I'll take what I get, I suppose. The rest I'll be quiet about. Don't really think it's worth saying much anymore.

Here's to not sleeping tonight, even though I feel exhausted.

Here's to waking up to silence.

I'll close into myself. Again. I can't compete. With her. Them. It. Any of it.

Enjoy your thing.

I'll do mine.