Alot has gone on. And I keep saying I’ll tell ya’ll about it. But the truth is I’m not healthy. I don’t believe in taking pain away through addiction. That, however, won’t stop me from… eating… I’m so tired. I think I’m in a hellscape of emptiness.
An emptiness and loneliness that’s making me crawl back everything. I’ve been in crisis mode for so long.
I can’t even finish this fucking post. What has this decade done to me. A bit overdramatic, but I’m starting to really feel like I don’t recognize me anymore. I’ve only been centered around things I don’t have. And I’m worried I’ll never have anything, let alone everything I want. Everything I deserve.
I know this is vague. Truly am just too tired to tell a full story.
You know what? I’ll leave this here, in the hope. That when I close my eyes. And wake back up in 5 hours, that everything will finally change for me.