exit

every morning when i wake up, i think to myself, when is this day going to end?

i'm living from day to day, drifting in and out of my own life. i don't even feel like a human... i feel like a figurine on your mantelpiece that you occasionally forget about. my existence, to me, feels insufficient in this world. because i feel like i'm never enough, that i'll never be good enough, and that nothing will change how i feel. solely because, people never change. and neither do their expectations of themselves.

i entered this institution shiny and happy, optimistic about my capabilities. but three years on, i am left standing at the same spot, chewed up and battered by the system, floating aimlessly on this seabed that we call life.