2024 is a few weeks away. i'm 3 months removed from turning 30. and i feel i've reverted back to the feelings i've experienced back when i was 17. the feelings of... not feeling. everything that should invoke emotions in me or out of me rather, doesn't.
this isn't the beginning of a suicide note. but it's a declaration of a solar flare being shot in the sky of a populated city where no one bothers to look up. too preoccupied in the here, now, and near future. THEIR here, now, and near future. whatever retribution is taking place, wherever it's taking place, has no intention of allowing me to see what everyone else does. things are just happening. and i have to adjust to the fact that there's nothing more or less to be done about it. if you read this, i hope you find the time to tell someone in your life that they matter. i hope you can MAKE time to remind someone that their existence is something that should be treated as delicately and preciously as the reality of how quickly it can... well, cease.
cease to exist. right.
- TG3
