What do you do when you’re burnt way out?
It gets tiring, not knowing whether people are genuine. It gets sickening, trying to force yourself to write, again and again.
I thought these were things I love, why am I forcing myself so much now?
But then you told me to keep holding on. To chin up. To keep doing them, no matter how hateful they seem now. Because one day, I will find love again.
In all ways possible, I hope it’s true.
