Ben

Why does living feel so unnatural to me? It feels like something I have to force myself to do, pushing through it like a race when I’m already running out of breath.

But I can’t take a break until I reach the finishing line, and then everything ends. Who knows what comes after?

Envy has crept up on me again. I look at people who seem to have their lives together. I know it’s wrong to be jealous of them, but I can’t help myself.

I have the resilience of a wet tissue paper, and just getting through the day feels like a chore.

I hate that most of my days are so sad. I wish there were some message of epiphany, some meaning hidden inside this submission, but they are just the rantings of a tired man.