I cringe at myself writing this but idk, I don’t say this out loud.
Nothing is wrong, not really. I have what I need. Everything is fine. That’s what makes it worse. Because underneath it, there’s this quiet emptiness I can’t explain. Not heavy enough to break me, just enough to make everything feel slightly off and weird.
Like I’m there, but not really living it yk?
More like I’m watching my life happen instead of being inside it an audience to something that’s supposed to be mine.
I don’t let myself sit with it for long It feels ungrateful, like I’m inventing problems where there aren’t any. So I move on but it’s still there and I don’t even know what I’m supposed to fix