Sometimes you want to disappear into your made up worlds. You want to have all of their lack of give-a-shits.
You want to much more than this thing you have now.
You feel owed.
Why are you still fat?
Why aren’t you successful?
Why do you hate it when someone looks over your shoulder to see what I’m doing?
What is your truth?
You’re incapable of creating when you’re here and now.
What happens when you’re fixed? Do you become irrelevant?
Do you die?