I don’t want The Sad. I didn’t ask for The Sad. It’s just here anyway.
I’m kind of angry at The Sad and it makes me mad that The Sad tricks me into thinking I’m the only one with it.
It comes and goes as it pleases and disrupts my life and poops on it and then leaves. I’m glad when it’s gone but I hate that it has returned and I hate that it is always returning.
Why is it so hard to beat The Sad? All the things I know to do don’t make sense when The Sad is around.
I have no words for The Sad. I can’t even write to beat The Sad. And now I have to go to work and fight every moment against The Sad so that I don’t just up and leave suddenly when it becomes too overwhelming and the only other thing I can do is drive home and sneak into bed and hope that no one notices and no one finds me and tries to make me do anything other than hide.