I’m losing my will to fight. You’re losing your will to fight. In the last few weeks, you’ve been nothing but despair. I am trying to hold it together so I can keep up the fight. But it’s been getting harder. All the levity has been lost. I guess I got more levity from you than I realized. I don’t know how I became so dependent on you. Isolation has become the norm for us, I guess. But right now, all I know is that I can’t do this without you. You’ve gotta stay strong, and stay light. So that I can stay strong, and stay light.
Yes, you. The faceless mass.
Exactly. Most of the people in this thread actually seem to prefer to be depressed and doomscroll.
But life is actually pretty fucking great.