Avoid a Void
I genuinely hope that you’d understand. It’s been difficult to breathe lately, and I don’t even know why. It’s like one big scary monster. I live off my days scrolling Facebook or Instagram to pass times just because I’m so afraid of facing myself in my own writings. I would feel not good enough, and ended up hating myself even more. I shut myself again; with films, photos, everything else that doesn’t require me facing myself. I’d opened up old letters, photo albums, reliving the greatest moments in my life and instead of moving forward, I sold my soul to the feeling of nostalgia. I’d stare at the ceiling, then close my eyes just to pass time. I’d do this everyday making it all seem like it was nothing.