I’m not sure when the universe decided to feed me to the wolves

Sometimes it feels like the wolves are everywhere, even in my fruity pebbles, or on top of my dresser



I wanna say it’s a daily battle, war. But sometimes, some days i can laugh and I can watch Netflix all day; I can’t make it out the front door but I can exist in my own world. I’m not sure what to call that. It is still lonely. I’d still rather be dead. However, there are no tears, bad memories, meltdowns, insults, drugs, or wolves to say the least.

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