I’d try to explain that it’s not really negativity or sadness anymore, it’s more just this detached, meaningless fog where you can’t feel anything about anything — even the things you love, even fun things — and you’re horribly bored and lonely.
Sometimes, I think I have felt everything I’m ever gonna feel. And from here on out, I’m not gonna feel anything new - just lesser versions of what I have already felt.
There is only one God and His name is Death.
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Words cut deeper than knives. A knife can be pulled out, words are embedded into our souls.