Day 19/100

I feel really empty. Hopefully this will pass. Hopefully I will evolve. I don’t enjoy writing these things, but nothing else comes to mind.
I have to promise myself no more delusions, no more fantasies. This hurts, though. It’s like trying to give up a favorite intoxicant.
I can’t afford to fool myself any longer. This again. Again and again.
Reason, reality. They’re my only hope.
I claw desperately but only encounter my own emptiness. Again and again.

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