I doubt my existence in this life
everything is rote
monotonous
I’m unsure how I get to work
I sniff my armpit to make sure I put my deodorant on
food tastes bland and boring
my breathing is shallow
my blood feels like syrup in my veins
my hands have no grip
and I can’t feel the bottoms of my feet
color blind
I see nothing but various shades of gray
I am not among the living
diaphanous
depression has made me a ghost again
Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
i've choked on my words for far too long
It's not the length of life, but the depth.
This is my mind, it’s not supposed to make sense.
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Sounds like the pits. Hope it passes soon.
Me too
It is like you were channeling my thoughts. xx
I wish I wasn’t, because I know it’s not a good feeling. Thanks so much for reading and commenting!
the same with me