I think about nothing.
And when I think about nothing, I feel amazing.
I love it.
Floating through the world with endless possibilities and no worries.
Then it stops.
Reality kicks in.
And I remember bills, work, money, strengths, weaknesses. Loss.
Sometimes I feel like crying. For no reason.
Cry just to let it all out. The emotion, the pain, the feeling.
I hate feeling.
I hate caring.
It weighs me down.
And reminds me I’m human.