[ Wren's Letters ]

The things I won't send to the people I know in real life.

I'm probably not gonna keep working on this. At least not soon.

I'm so tired. I don't have the motivation. I'm not creative anymore. All I do is consume.
I hate that this feels normal.
I feel like such a waste of life.

Despair

There's only so many years left to live.

I'm so tired and scared.

I don't feel like I can do anything. I've been awake too long. I'm afaid I'll develope a condition, but I'm compelled to continue the patterns that paralyze me.

What if I make the wrong choice and don't live the life I could've-- The life I should'veLIVED.
So what if I go to college, If I learn a trade instead of struggling to scrape by as an artist? So what if I'll never be a father? So what if I can't change the world the way I wanted? So what will I ever do? Is there anything left?

I feel like I've been told to die before I've even begun to live.
Im only 19.