I miss it, you know. A place to express myself. A place where I could read something, say something, and be heard.

And you know what it is? It’s the same trap as every other foolish soul on the internet. Validation.

This demon which lurks behind each fold of the curtain. Each panel of the ceiling and each crack in the floor.

Are you correct? Are you worthy? Are you worth it?

Is your life worth continuing? Are you happy?

The questions never end, they never begin. They are forever.

If you wrapped reality in a circle you wouldn’t catch the seam.

Nothing is perfect except the viscous cycle of wanting to be perfect, for it will repeat, perfectly, on and on again. I would spend my time here instead of doing homework. Writing instead of writing, isn’t that ironic?

I didn’t know anyone here. I formed grudges and barely a single friendship. My expectations were biased for failure, and failure is what I found.

I hope you all find something. I know I will.