I Know

I know, this blog has started to become sort of a diary again— I apologize to those who stumble upon thinking otherwise.

Frankly, I needed an avenue to exhale, because I feel like no one actively listens to me anymore. Though I've been feeling that way for a very long time now.



I've masturbated four times this week— I'll explain,
Having a hard time adjusting to pain.

I tell people about the dark, shadowy, veil that has seemed to envelope my life lately, and they brush it off. It's not like I'm under some dark cloud, or I'm depressed, It's like I am literally walking around with a thin sheet of dark, but transparent, silk in front of my eyes. My life seems to be enveloped in this film. It's making it difficult for me to be present and enjoy the moment.

I think I used to do that. I hope I used to do that.

But now, everything seems to the same. Everything seems like a blur.

I'm not depressed now, but I don't feel like I have anything to live for. I don't feel like I need anything, so I do everything for the sake of other people.

How can I feel the void in my heart, if I feel like I am not fit for it to be filled?