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.
