I thought I was a fool for thinking things are constant. What could go wrong? There were confirmation to all different outcomes, all of which resulting in a positive conclusion.
But now I seem like dead weight.
Am I getting too heavy?
Do you want me to be lighter? Until I weigh nothing?
No dark corner in your mind you don't want to evade to, only when the wrong time calls.
I went from being a routine to beibg demoted to an emergency call.
I'm wired to fit the need.
I'm unworthy of time and space.
And yet I'm here, having new days come with identical taste and texture of the one  before. The same sour dose of no sleep and midday worries.
Im ruining myself.
But the worst part is that I'm used to it.