Britney

There’s a consistently empty feeling that has been biting at me recently, and that hasn’t been quelled by medication or friends or anything. I dig up old rituals, talk to old friends, go to new places, and do things I have never done before, all in an attempt to fill whatever void I may have unintentionally created. Sad isn’t synonymous with empty at all; I don’t feel much sorrow anymore, but that does not change the fact that something is off. I’m getting better but losing my grasp on certain parts of my life at the same time. I feel so much more secure in my personality, my ideas, my thoughts, my goals, and yet something is wrong. I wouldn’t be surprised if this was just me making a big deal out of nothing, as always. ♦