noise (x, y, z)

Everyone is beating the same worn-out drum with their consistent cries of discontentment and neediness. This is not a competition to see who can reach the intangible point of misery in the shortest amount of time. You all act as if depression can be expedited, can be pinpointed and captured, can be discarded when the desire has faded. Sadness is not something I like to wear on my sleeve, it’s something I push into the remote depths of my head as I wait for the storm to pass.