ive recently discovered that my life has turned into something routine. at some point clinging here clinging there. one person at a time. one space at a time. i dont know where i belong and yet i know exactly where to be. like living in this moment where im here and you're there and its beautiful, fine and alright and everything nice. so to speak anyway. i just feel... nothing. i feel so connected and yet to nothing at all. i feel non existant, at least thats where id like to be. because i dont want to be in my room, i dont want to sleep, read, eat, think. or be. im not sad, im not depressed. am i confused? all the while, i give my time here and i give it there. never focusing, never staying alone, never making clear decisions. thats just it. i dont want to make anymore decisions. i want to just flow, not to analyze, not to consider, not to regret. i dont even want to want. nothing makes sense, and i understand. do you?
i miss you and i love you, and my chest burned reading your last entry.
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