stuck

you know things aren't quite right when your own skin starts to feel like a straitjacket.

when it's impossible to not wish you were anyone, anyone else.

when it becomes harder to video call your parents every night because you know it means seeing your own face on the screen.



when home doesn't feel quite like home anymore.



it's strange how collecting titles and achievements can become so pointless, so meaningless, when still you come back through the door empty-handed every night.



take your shoes off at the entrance, go into your room, and close the door.



it's an endless cycle of hating yourself for hating yourself. isn't it ironic when that malicious voice in your head is constantly shouting at you "stop being so hard on yourself!"



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there are so many things to enjoy right now, so why aren't they enjoyable?

why is the solution to one problem always coupled with the beginning of another?



a time like this feels like taffy. colorful at first glance, sweet at the first bite, but



after a few chews you can't get it out from between your teeth.