J. R. DePriest :verified_trans: :donor: (she / her) :EA DATA. SF: on Nostr: I've never liked being here. Not since my earliest, fragmented memories. There are ...

I've never liked being here.
Not since my earliest, fragmented memories.
There are moments of hope or joy, but only moments.
It always comes back to the question, "is it worth it?"
Everyday I count my reasons for bothering to get up.
It's a much shorter list today.
It's gonna keep getting shorter.

What would it take?

What would it take?

What would it take to give me hope?

What would it take to destroy it forever?

We are doomed.