Sometimes, everything feels empty and pointless. So i spend my days sleeping, waiting for time to come for me. Every lost its taste.

Or is it just how it makes me feel?

I know the truth isn’t always the reality i’m building, because i’m being harsh with myself. It’s never easy to acknowledge what we have instead of what we seem to be missing.

I listen to music and sing to make me feel alive again. I write to keep my mind busy. I write a lot of shitty poetry but when i write it it feels good, so i do it anyway. The results don’t matter in the end, it’s all for myself. It’s a way to express. It’s a way to expiate my deepest thoughts.

I dissociate a lot, but now i don’t get lost in my thoughts anymore. Thanks to Lithium. I just have this weird feeling of desolation everywhere i try to think. I try to bring my mind to safe places but my mind won’t let me. It’s like i’m addicted to this emptiness, because this is what i got used to. I need to build a whole new world starting from now. A safe and sane place for me to be.