It’s hard. 

I can hardly fathom a time that exists past now; the future has never been this unclear to me before. 

I used to daydream about a future, a day, where I wasn’t in the present, but now— it’s become bleak. 

I live in the now, and that’s hurting me. Everything is fine, it’s just the anxiety. I believe in a ‘now’ and I wish I could go back to then to really see how it could really be. 

My life feels like a record stuck on repeat. I feel like I’ve lost control. I get older as the day comes to an end, and then, I do it all over again.

I want to believe that I’ll grow old and live a longer, fuller life; that image in my head has never been duller. 

Perhaps it will pass, as it always has.

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