…in the world, is feeling nothing at all. I feel like an empty shell. Like dust. Like dust that could just be blown away into nothingness.
It makes me want to self harm. Bring the feelings back. Make sure I’m still alive, or something.
I can’t get death out of my head. I’m fantasizing about it, like it’s a beautiful desirable flower. Like a puffy cloud I just want to fall back into and get lost in.
Who knew nothingness could be so descriptive.