I Like His Soul

I like his soul

I’m suffering

Mental illness

Do normal people sit and wonder how they actually feel about something? I feel like I talk it out with myself, try to pin point what’s wrong, and then it spirals into something else. I can never be satisfied.

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I hate the snow

It makes my body freeze, and as it does year after year like is tradition, crumble with every little bump and feeling.

I hate the snowy winter and how it leaves me fragile and cold.

This year the weather has been nicer to me. Less windy, less slush but I’ve noticed that there is less snow. It makes me feel like the worst is yet to come, and if not, the humans have won. Our mother is beginning to pass away. There’s no feeling better.