05/06/2018
There it is. That emptiness again.
Like a hard and heavy nothing crushing my heart.
It's comforting in a way, I don't feel sad, scared or lonely anymore. But I can't feel the good things either. All I can feel is numbness. It doesn't feel good at all, I am not gonna lie. But this nothing is better than the everything I was feeling.
I wish I could stay this way forever.
Like a leaf that falls from the tree and flows freely through the wind ending up in a river where it floats eternally by the force of the water.
Sounds peaceful, but we cannot forget. The leaf is dead.
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Pieces of Me.
Non-FictionHi there, how are you? I hope you're okay. Like the title says, this book is made of pieces of me, sort of like a diary. Each chapter has its topic, message and feeling. I write it as my life goes on, pouring my heart out, mentioning a lot of the...
