I'm confused.
I'm doing nothing the whole day besides from learning and reading stories.
But people often ask my what I did the last months, how I've been holding up. And I seriously have no answer.
I'm normally doing so much everyday. Sports, playing an instrument, reading... And now nothing.
I can watch the time pass. I can feel it under my fingertips flooding away from me.
But I can't do anything. I'm bound to my body which tells me to stand still, to let things stay that way.
I'm not more sad than usually, I am not more happy. It's always the same.
I feel the need to do nothing, which satisfies me in that moment. But afterwards nothing is there.
If you'd ask me what I did the last three months, I'd ask you if it were seriously three bloody months.
Time is standing still for me, but still moving so fast. It's something I don't understand, something I can't put into words.
I'm just hoping for everything to feel normal again, to feel happy again, to go outside and laugh from the bottom of my heart.
I hope all changes, but the progress stays.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
My Philosophical Diary
Thơ CaI guess it's pretty much what the title says. Just be aware that it really just is my diary and is probably gonna bore the shit out of you. Oh and my English is kinda interesting but you'll maybe see.
