I feel it too.
Everything is empty.
I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself.
I do, I really do.
They tell me I don't have to worry but I'm not sure I believe them.
No matter how much I tell myself I need to get to sleep
or I need to get to typing
or I need to make a new update
or I need to feed my kitten
or I need to do the dishes
or I need to get a shower...
No matter what it is, I fucking can't.
I have no motivation, I'm so tired, I'm so worn.
Please pull me out of this.
Fix me, please please please.
And I'm going to sleep.
Fix me in fourty-five.
And long live the car-crash hearts.
Etc.
Xoxo.
