In the end, its all worth it.

We’re all walking around with these glossy eyes. “I’m just tired,” we say. But you know what? It’s bullshit. Yes, we are tired, but its not all from lack of sleep. We are tired of waking up with nothing to look foward to, tired of going to bed exhausted after doing a million things we fing no enjoyment in doing. We’re tired of ths void, this emptiness that looms over us even through our days are packed. We’re tired of the loneliness that presses down on us even though were surrounded by dozens of people. So why cant we just say it? Humans are so afraid to look into eachother’s eyes and say “I am unhappy, I am broken, I am hopeless and falliable.” We’ve been conditioned to associate pain with weakness, sadness with coldness, loneliness with unworthiness, difference with disease, as if these feelings are contagious, as if ambivalence is something not to be felt but to be feared. Well, I say screw all of that. Screw forced smiles and polite handshakes and Im fine, thank yous. Screw all of the fear of cryng in a public place, screw the fake chipper voice, screw the lies we spit out to cover up our problems. We are humans. We are meant to feel. To feel everything and to feel it all openly. We are not mental. We are flesh and bone. Our boiled blood courses through our cold, clammy hands. We are intricate and beautiful and we should never hide our human parts, because if we do, then what’s left to show?

Today you are you.

That is truer than true. 

There is one alive,

Who is youer than you.