Tuesday may 10th 00:30
On the couch at home
'Sitting in a dark room'
Lately I've been feeling like I'm not alive. As if the spark that keeps me living surely but slowly dies. I'm stuck in my head full of thoughts, overflowing and drowning me in pounds and pounds of words, feelings and sounds. It's all so overwhelming yet I feel like I'm sitting, in a dark room where the only thing I can hear is my own heart beating. I feel everything and nothing all at once. The girl I once was is forever gone.
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my head is a mess (ENGLISH)
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