Premium Bitter

I just don't have the strength. To do this.
My future is too wide, too hard. It's too much work. I have too much to build, to rebuild, to repair, to forget, to forgive, to erase.
I can't handle it I really can't.
It's too much work.


Why can't I just hide and everyone would forget me and maybe I'd forget myself too and disappear in apathy.