Midnight

It's like when someone says, 'How are you?' Do you say, 'Well, my head hurts and I'm lonely and depressed and I'm worried about everything and the world is collapsing and full of evil'? Or do you say, 'I'm fine'?

My life, for the most part, has been very stale and colorless. Dead, I mean. The world has always been an empty place to me. I was incapable of enjoying even the simplest things. I felt dead in everything I did [...].

I want to lay in bed all day and do nothing. See nothing. Hear nothing. Feel nothing.

“nights are said to be the worst, but the mornings are hard too. when you wake up, lie in bed, remember and think. another day of the same old, same old. and you know that you thought the same thing yesterday and it’s no longer surprising it hasn’t changed. it never changes. sometimes it feels like it never will.”