Nonsense

“hope to meet you someday.” they say with a smile.

this is the latest string of hope exchanges noted on the hope tracker. it’s got its own project name and is a sub-task of other wishful and future to dos.

each day i update it to prove i’ve not yet lost that lovin’ feelin’ or that spark of positivity that is surely responsible for my getting out of bed.

how dare i complain about ptsd when the guy i just talked to shot himself in the head cause the demons told him he was shit and was always gonna be shit.

all we exchanged were pleasantries and obviously that ain’t enough to keep a project going. too many people are smiling and i never thought i’d express that it makes me sick to my stomach.