I'm in a place where I don't have anything to say anymore. Maybe I'm tired, or depressed. I want to communicate, but am met with a deep feeling of "fuck it"
I guess my reverse seasonal depression is kicking in. I will be going back to work in a few weeks, and its a weird thing to hate that the weather is getting nicer, but this is a sign that soon I will be cooking in a truck 14 hours a day breathing diesel smoke and dealing with shitty attitudes.
Cant I just grow mushrooms and write books instead? If I kick my feet and cry, will it all just go away?
@DanIsWriting I was feeling that way nit so long ago. Like an emptiness of the soul. It took me to an extreme, things got better but Iam still too attached to old ways to embrace any big change.
Sending light towards your path
@Dbot I'm glad it got better. Its a weird place to be sometimes. Not sad, not mad, not happy. Just a big nothing.
@DanIsWriting yes it was so strange, a nothing. But it has got me to a better place somehow. Just wondering how long it will last. Hopefully this will get you somewhere, just listen to your instincts
@DanIsWriting when you reach out, we reach back… even if only to join you in a volley of “fuck it”s.
#FuckIt
@nopuppet_007 as if from one mind, they all sang out in a banal chorus, a melancholic symphony, the song of universal gloom, "fuck it"
@DanIsWriting if it’s not too much to ask, it’d like to perform a solo interpretive dance therewith…
#FuckIt
💃🏼
I should clarify that "fuck it" should be interpreted with a melancholy tone, not an enthusiastic, or salacious tone. Apologize for any confusion.