Miserable

Asking me why I'm miserable 

is like asking me 

why the sky is blue.

 

It just is.

 

It's a scientific fact.

 

It's one of

the mysteries 

of the universe.

 

Or maybe some expert knows

why my mind sabotages me.

 

Why my synapses fire

like boomerangs 

and my brain chemicals are toxic.

 

But I'm no expert.

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Hope you feel better soon.

Hope you feel better soon. Remember tough times never last forever.