What happens when you wake up one day feeling completely empty. Like everything you thought was true was a lie and there is nothing left to pick you up again. I fell asleep last night feeling like that, I woke up this morning feeling the same way. I hadn't eaten but still felt like throwing up. It's probably just the debris of last weeks events. It's like my whole body is aching all over again. At least I haven't actually thrown up yet. Bring it on I guess. It's nothing I haven't dealt with.

I still don't want to worry. I still want to be happy. I still want to lead that carefree, happy life that so many people have. I don't want things to be rubbed in my face. I thought I could be happy. I'm trying so hard to be happy damnit... But somehow... It's not quite working. All because... well... yea...