I don’t know what’s going on up there, but nothing feels right.

My insides hurt, my head hurts. Books aren’t entertaining me right now, my own story is being told at a whisper so low I can’t hear it. Even my dreams are stale, if I’m even dreaming at all. And I’m so tired, no matter how many hours of sleep I get. During the day, my eyes are open, but I hardly remember anything I’ve seen. No emotions are attached to time whatsoever, yet it moves insanely slow.

Just writing this felt like a monumental task.

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Feeling a bit dead right now and for no explainable reason. Hope it passes soon….

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