Detached.

Started the last entry with, I’m not depressed.

Don’t get too excited.

In many ways, I think this is worse.

Empty. Hollow. I am not feeling anything.

Detachment is weird. I feel like a zombie. The walking dead inside. I’m not thinking. I’m just following a pattern that I know well.

What’s worse than feeling all the things too much?

Feeling nothing.


This is Seven. Chronic feelings of emptiness.

This is when some people with borderline personality disorder self-harm. (Five.)

To feel.

Something. Anything.


Empty is not the same as lonely.

Empty is not the same as sad.

Emptiness is a consuming void.

It’s the color Blackest Black. Black 3.0.

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