all i see is darkness and nothingness, i feel nothing and taste nothing. life is void and meaningless, i am a black hole that contains no light— do black holes exist, so do i exist? i don't know. i feel bile in the back of my throat it tastes like blood, maybe it is.
im not really sure who i am anymore. i could be no one.
i talk about being an oxymoron but now i'm not so sure. i feel like so many voices inside my head scrambling around asking to be let out— they are knocking on the walls of my head, they said the door was locked.
sometimes i don't remember anything about what i've done or who i am and i just want to curl up into the smallest living/nonliving being i can and drift off into the dark... into the dark... dark...
