I don’t care if some people wish we would use this blog for a happier place sometimes. There isn’t a person I know who knows the real me
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Hollowness is not something most would associate with being an emotion, lately I’ve been finding it hard to find another definition for it.
All I do most days is find the faults in myself and I haven’t got the strength or desire to change them, physical or mental.
Very often I will hide away from people giving poor excuses and being unsociable. Those who know me from the surface will find this odd when it happens.
Even when I’m having a good day, I get drawn into the darkness and can’t help but feel sorry for myself again
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Neither the feeling of being pathetic or triumphant is enough to turn it around.
Over and over again I tell myself to wake up and turn it around, but what’s the point?
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Ordinary people don’t understand.
Nobody does, truly.
Even if I were to seek professional help, they’d be looking at it from other experiences and text book knowledge. I’m different
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The days blend into one and I can see no hope in the future for it ever changing.
Overall, I feel like I’m choking
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There is nothing in particular that has me this way, it’s a combination of numerous things.
Ambition and drive left me long ago along with the need to please others and seek praise.
Love is something I have experienced from others, but something I have never felt towards another person.
Kindness is becoming an extremely laborious task
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Today was not a good day, but it wasn’t unlike any other.
One day, perhaps I’ll find the courage to find a way out.