Mrs Dalloway is Fun But Hard

Why do I come here and write?

Its not like it helps…it’s a burden, especially cause nobody’s listening. A tree falling in an empty forest…

Am I my own audience? Only I know what happens and what remains.

Only I know I try to study but cant, but is that right? Only I would lie to myself about something like this. Only I would screw myself and only I would want to save myself.

Only I would want to die

Only I would want to not.

Only I would try without success or fail without trying. Or cry.

Is the world tough, or do I make it tough, or does time really enjoy all this?

Well…just try, na.