i am incredibly bored with myself and my life. i feel like i’m going stale. it’s a bad, bad feeling.
to describe this, to explain the feeling in an exact way: I would say it’s like me watching myself posed on my death bed.
bedside me is saying, “just die already…go ahead…do it. be dead.”
deathbed me insists, “it isn’t time yet. i want to hang on.”
twist: there is a third me, standing by the bedroom door. she’s armed with a backpack and is ready to jetset.