7, 504 miles

12.29.2015

6.00

i feel abandoned. my emotions have been hitting me like waves. smooth, and then in intervals of heavy unbearable hits that push you down below the water and keep you there until you can no longer breathe.

i am unattached. detached and miserably forsaken.

i wouldn't be surprised if plants and vines began growing from my skin. it should be a terrible feeling to feel this way, but it is incredibly comforting and melancholic to be able to not feel anything.

i am a pen and i have run dry against my once inked paper.

i can feel sadness still, but it only sits in my pocket.

with only twenty pages left of the bell jar, i am miserable. tomorrow i think i will buy another book at the book store.