/lit/ - Literature

Every little thing seems to make me depressed these days
It's not a sharp pain but a heavy one blunt but not easily cast off
To say that I'm cynical or jaded those aren't really the right words to me any more
I want to believe choose to believe in the goodness but I believe just as much in the darkness now too
I've seen too much felt too much the ages wash over me time place life the burden of knowledge is overwhelming