Golden Slumbers

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Is 11:30 too late to make zoodles?

so many other people are coping. how come I feel like life has no meaning. how are people still pushing forward. I have no motivation. No drive. I can’t believe this has happened to the world. I can’t believe I’ve lived to see the world as it appears to be moving forward, only to jump back centuries. I don’t want to be in this country. I don’t even really want to be in this world. I don’t love dancing anymore. Dance used to be my saving grace. Now I stand on stage and feel nothing except pain of the world. Nothing is fair and someone we’re expected to sit around and either do something about it or not complain and say that everything will be okay. I feel depressed. i feel stupid for feeling depressed. I’m falling behind in schoolwork. Why is everything so quiet but so loud in my head

*feels depressed on a staircase*

*feels depressed on a staircase*