There's a lot going on right now. Death, birth, racism, hate, it's too much to handle at the moment. I feel like there is no point in life anymore. I'm not depressed, I'm just stating facts. Too many people I actually care for are dying these days. I feel like locking myself in a room and crying. I wish it were all a dream, and I wake up from it and everything is normal again. I do not love, I do not hate. I feel dead, empty, alone, sad, and lost. (Also, rip xxxtentacion). I don't want to die, but I don't want to live. I feel as if the equilibrium in my life is gone. It may take me a while to write again, I am dealing with stuff in life right now. I didn't plan on writing today, but it seems to have relieved my stress. I shall write again.
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The Open Book Of Feelings Thats Not Really A Book
RandomI was told I should write a book, so here. (It's not a book)
