it's 1.26am, december 13th 2023

i feel completely empty. i have a feeling i am never truly enough, nor am i doing enough... whatever i do, and whoever i am, im sure i can never be satisfied. it's devastating. and whatever's left inside of me is just a longing for survival. to belong and to be accepted... i havent really thought about being enough much, but the longer i live the more i realise i have nothing to offer. ive become some sort of detached from reality. it's there and alive, well and fresh, yet i dont see anything beautiful about it. maybe that's how life views me. how everyone else sees me. it's a feeling i wish to avoid and unfeel.