Youre empty, eventually no matter how many shots you take in the morning to feel alive, youre still empty.
Its been awhile hasnt it, since you found happiness in the early morning sun or the numberon the scale.
But it gets better, becasue you are not crazy. You are not mental, You are not fucked up. You are you.
Fake a smile and move on.
Youre fine. Youre always fucking fine.
