As I sit here, there's nothing I want to say, but I feel the need to say something, even with the knowledge of how futile this is, how worthless these words are.
It's 3pm on NYE, and I could count the times I've left the house this month on one hand..
I'd probably be able to do something tonight, but I don't want to.
It's so normal, I should be used to this dissonance. I want to do something, I want to not do something, I don't want anything.
It doesn't matter what I say next, for I've lost the desire to keep going
Everything is so fuckingfsadklhsklahdkls;ahdlhad
I am so lonely, but I don't want to talk to anyone.
I need love, yet I feel no craving.
I'm stuck in limbo, constantly bouncing between uncertain and diminished desires, unable to attain any sort of certainty or extremity.
I want a connection, I want to connect, but I don't.
I want someone to love, but I don't want anyone.
I know it would be stupid of me to take away from so many possible-
I am nothing. I am just a giant ball of potential.
There is so much potential, but at the moment, it is nothing.
I'm not aware of the potential itself, just of it's existence.
I should just go for it already. This existence is worthless right now, yet I know it can be worth keeping in the future.
Fuck. I am just-
I can't fucking handle this any more.
I am so sick of this hurt.