I've felt absolutely tired for the last few months. Everything is falling apart, but I'm not surprised by anything anymore.
Trump admitted to downplaying covid? That's nice.
Border camps go full nazi? cool.
I don't feel anything anymore, just tired. I get up, go to work and then go home, repeat the same thing tomorrow. I read about hellworld, and just feel absolutely helpless. Fuck, I just want to do something meaningful, y'know?
I about wrote out a whole spiel about what my day to day life is gonna be like in the near future and then erased it all because I decided its idiotic to invite a competition.
We're all there. We're all at the end of our fucking rope. All hanging on...and the worst part of all is the feeling that all this pain and stress and heartache is isn't even in service to a better world.
I can't quit...but I don't know how much longer I can keep it up.