Survival

I realize I have a lot of disappointment, rage and sadness that weighs heavily. In return, I am constipated by these emotions that utterly leave me a senile, panicking, frustrated adult. I can't find my usual release by writing (let's be real, I am not doing enough of introspection to get that). World has come to a stop, because I am purely trying to breathe, nothing else. No world theories, no interest in politics, or even news in that matter. No philosophy theories to learn and chew out. Feminist readings have come to a halt.

Survival just takes so much energy, any kind of pleasure has to be put on hold. I am tired of living in such an exhausted state.