I think it’s time to admit that I’m not alright. 

I’m not fucking alright.

I don’t feel much. When I do, it’s despair, hatred, or loneliness.

I just can’t feel the way I used to feel.

I miss the old me. I miss the resilient, passionate, loving, and energetic me.

Was it all a myth?

I swear every little thing eats me up. 

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