0445.lights out its darkish. The screen hasn't quite sleeps yet. 2 minute timer and 3 steps to bed, 2 of them upward.
Bam, the screen sleeps, and the anxiety knots up. I close my eyes, the bones are weary, yet there is this flash. Like the 'burn' describe by Tyler. As if to change scene.
The despair kicks in.
This lack of interactions is killing me.
All I've got online atm is hodl or empty hellos.
I want to run away
To a cave
With wifi
Or so I thought.
But this past year... Metaphors aside...
Exactly what we have been doing
And its no wonder the ppl are going nuts and riots erupt
