I miss when life was simple. I owned nothing, desired nothing. No responsibilities, no attachments, just me, content to be content with nothing.
I convinced myself it was time to grow up (and what a load of shit). Now I have stuff, and goals and relationships to maintain. People look up to me and expect things of me.
I'm sure tomorrow I'll find that motivation to keep up the charade, but tonight, fuck me for complicating things. Fuck me for trying to be something I'm not.
I want to take off this mask, destroy everything I've built and everyone that praises it.