These days, nothing excites me—except maybe the thrill of ordering fresh vegetables and fruits, a fleeting excitement that lasts until they arrive.
Nothing makes me sad either, except finding a forgotten, rotten cucumber in the fridge. The one I meant to eat but never did.
Some days, everything feels so heavy. Other days, I spend hours wondering what exactly feels so heavy.
Some days are a blur, and on those days, I obsess over what should be crystal clear.
Some days, I’m utterly clueless. Other days, I’m stuck asking myself, “What clue am I even searching for?”
Some days are exhausting, while other days I wonder if there’s anything else they were supposed to be.
Loneliness washes over me some days, and on others, I lose myself in thoughts of who I wish I could be with. Who is mine? To whom am I?
There are days when pain feels unbearable, and then there are days when it’s like pain is just a theory, something abstract and distant.
Through these all, only Biofreeze keeps me sane, Why face life’s riddles when I can just numb the pain?
4.20am - a long night