12/21/2024
I feel like a mess. Like a fucking wreck. I've started something much bigger than I bargained for and I don't know how to move forward with things.
Do sirens drown sailors as a malicious act? Or is it the greed of their desire that makes them think they can pull lovers down into the depths and survive? All I feel is that I want and I want and I want and what was the norm is suddenly not something I'm content with. Can't I be happy with what I have? I feel like I've ripped my heart open for nothing.
Maybe I don't deserve happiness if I'm never satisfied.