I was fumbling with words as it slips, "for some reasons unknown, I'd halfheartedly say, perhaps, I dont want to get better anymore." I got tired from trying to chase happiness and my feet are sore. Chasing abstracts, I'm making sense of not making sense that would be far too complicated to understand in your wake. I am afraid of death, yes, but that doesn't mean I'll avoid my fear. One day I'll face it.
404: motivation to live not found
