This is the proper response to Farce:
As the Representative of Salem, MA, I can confirm that this is false. https://t.co/8yJIzZBSE8
— Seth Moulton (@sethmoulton) May 18, 2017
In today’s Daily Prompt we are to write something involving the word “sincere.” Ok.
What would happen if I just disappeared? Who would be upset by this? My sister and some other family members would be devastated, but beyond that, I think that my going missing would only cause a momentary ripple. I’d be forgotten with weeks, if not days. And really, it would be my fault in a way. I’ve done nothing of value with myself, I’m not worthy of being remembered.
Part of this, a lot of this, is that I just want to run away, to flee. I feel trapped in a cycle of boredom and depression. I exist, but I don’t really live. Maybe it’s too late. Maybe. I don’t know. All that I do know is that I’m not really satisfied with where I am but don’t have the energy or focus to break out of my rut. Perhaps I deserve to just sit here and suffer, perhaps not. In the long run, that really doesn’t matter. What does matter is the here and now, a time and place that I want to flee. I just wish I knew where, or how. I doubt I will do anything other than wallow, but the day might come when I act on my desire to disappear, one way or the other. I’m sincere about this, too.
Today’s Daily Prompt is “Sanwich.” This is what came to mind:
Today’s Daily Prompt asks what we would do with an extra hour in the day. What would I do with this extra time?
The answer is simple: I would sleep. Precious, elusive sleep is hard to come by for this insomniac, so I will take what I can get. It would be a blessing.
In lieu of that, any advice on mitigating insomnia would be greatly appreciated.
Today’s Daily Post asks what our mood would look like if we painted it on a canvas.
Mine would be what it is 99% of the time – a grey background with a few random streaks of black.
Depression does that to a person, I guess. But that’s another topic for another time.