can’t.

I can’t.

I can’t write this paper.

I can’t do the hard things.

I can’t function like a normal adult.

I can’t even shower on a regular basis.

I can’t keep my space clean.

I can’t even keep it sanitary.

I can’t remember the last time I felt joy.

I can’t.

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