Reality’s Not Much Better

I feel old and tired and about ready to give up.

The shower was cleansing but there was no sense of revival. I clamber over the bath and watch myself emerge in the foggy mirror. I can only just make out my face but I’m surprised by how…ordinary I look. It’s been a tough year so far. One long series of mistakes and regrets.

It’s so hard to keep up a sunny disposition. That’s the most exhausting part of all of this. I don’t even know who I’m pretending for. Everyone has their problems but these are mine! Why do I hide them away? Why am I always so fucking accommodating?!

I wish the past could be wiped away as easily as condensation on a steamed mirror.

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