Oh it's insufferable to be me.
I feel and I wished I didn't.
But I think I'm learning to get there. To a place where emotions don't exist. Silent. Peaceful. Empty.
Emotions are messy. Messy like the first kill of an inexperienced serial murderer. But that's what my room currently looks like. Or has always been. I guess my emotions need an outlet.
I hate the pain and every feeling that comes with it. The tears, the nerve, the pinch, the melancholy.
I'm growing tired of fighting this battle—this battle of emotions. It's draining.
I'm drained.
Left to feel nothing but the thoughts inside my head; which are mostly unhealthy and which I shouldn't be feeding. And yet here I am, breeding my thoughts like the mating season of dolphins. I don't even know when that is.
But I think I will go find out. Seems like useful knowledge to have that can serve as an aphrodisiac.
