cold and lonely and empty.
all the time. i have a million thoughts swirling around in my head and half the time it’s so cluttered with all of these things that i can barely breathe. i can feel the words bubbling up in my throat and choking me. and at other times it’s nothing but tumbleweeds and cold echoes.
emptiness all around. all the time. it didn’t use to be this bad, or i guess i didn’t notice it enough, didn’t pay enough attention. but now it’s this oppressive weight bearing down on me.
i’m not sure i can keep doing this — day in and day out — for very long, though. not much longer, anyway. also, i’m not sure that i want to.
i mean, who would?
