me: [feels literally anything]
me: oh stop being melodramatic, you.
[buries it and feels even more awful]
I’m not really sure what is wrong with me,
The last few weeks I have slowly felt the fire in me die. It’s sad because I worked so hard to relight the match the first time my fire extinguished. I have this overwhelming feeling of emptiness, that nobody cares or acknowledges my existence.
This isn’t a cry for attention, I don’t need words of advice.
I just need to know what the point is of living, if I don’t feel alive?