I’m the world champion of self sabotage. Which isn’t an easy feat – it took years to get this good. To rationalize conflicting yet lofty ideals into a twisted mess of garbage. Leveraging the idea of dignity against the reality of compromise because for some reason I think that utopia is still owed to me despite the fact that I have not earned and it does not exist.
It’s a weird way to exist in this world: to know what happiness looks like, what it should feel like, yet still being unable to touch it.