Monday, August 10th
4:23 PM
I'm alive.
This summer has been better than usual, I haven't been as depressed. However, actual emotions seem to happen far between one another.
The depression isn't impacting me much, but neither are my other feelings or personality. I'm just, empty but also not.
Let me explain.
Sometimes I'll laugh at the stupidest things, I'll wheeze and my dopamine will go through the roof. Other times I'm bored out of my mind. And then I'm just empty. I can't control any of it, and I hate it. It just makes me feel like I'll be alone forever.
Probably will, I'm an anxious, depressed, moody, hopeless romantic, weeb. What do I expect?
True fucking love?
Doesn't exist.
A meet cute?
Only in stories.
There, I gave myself the reality check.
Hi, I'm Harmony.
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