:/

It's hard to get away from guilt. It permeates every pore, seeps into every weeping wound and sore so that you can't escape it. You wake up feeling guilty for sleeping late, and guilt as you eat. After you have finished you try to erase your mistake and feel worse still for failing to meet impossible standards. None of your clothes fit, and you try to ignore this but sooner or later everyone notices that those grey trousers have to be washed. They don't ask questions, there's no point. You spend so much fucking time alone that you can contemplate your guilt for hours or days uninterrupted and it builds, driving you in circles, cycles of repetition you'd break if only... There is no reason. You start to obsess. You build fantastical days that are just lies, your dreams. Perfection. And someone has to fucking burst your bubble or you'll float away and forget all the guilt you had back on earth. No, much better to be here in the now.