Theres An empty feeling that lingers in me. It's something I didn't want to feel ever again. Even though I have friends who support me, I can't help but to feel alone or that they all hate me.
I feel tired, yet I can't sleep. My eyes lids have began to swell and Ache; I'm used to it.
I can't sleep.
I can't eat.
I can't stop myself from feeling sad or getting anxious.
I didn't notice this at the start. It just felt like minor inconvenience at the beginning. Then I started to feel sick every morning.
I'm slowly starting to lose myself again.
My smile is fading.
My sense of purpose is no longer there anymore.
I struggle to wake up every morning and as soon as I'm alone again, my eyes can't help but feel heavy. The walls in my room are slowly suffocating me. I feel like a burden to people when I want to reach out to others to talk about it.
It feels like there is a heavy uncomfortable feeling that crushes me every morning that makes me feel like I can't get up. The feeling of nausea hits me every time I need to leave my house. I hate that I can't stop this feeling.
I'm tired.
Not being about to talk about it is tiring.
I am really not happy.
Everything makes me angry actually.
People laughing when I'm anxious,
having people ask me for advice when I'm not doing well myself,
feeling constantly like I'm unappreciated.
All is upsetting to me.
I can't breathe from the amount of pressure that lays on my chest. It's an overwhelming feeling.
The only time I feel at peace is when I write my thoughts down.
YOU ARE READING
Consumed By My Own Mind.
RandomWriting calms my nerves down. So this is a book about me in a sense. If you choose to read it, that's cool. But I'm honestly just writing for the sake of writing down my thoughts.
