I thought I’ve found the secret to happiness.
I thought not caring is the key.
I thought not caring equals calming your mind. and heart. and body. somehow.
I’ve been, I’d say, okay for more than a year now. 12 months. That’s a long time! Long enough for me to think that I’ll be okay forever.
Guess what, self. You’re wrong. You are very wrong.
I hate this.
I’m having self-harm tendencies again.
I can’t wake up early again.
I. Can’t. Do. Fucking. Stuff. Again.
I feel weak.
I feel worthless.
I feel empty.
I feel useless.
I feel, nothing. I feel nothing.