There is nothing here. Nothing for me.
Breathing seems like a chore, food doesn't have any flavor, I can feel my heart pumping through my chest, and my throat is always demanding more and more water.
I left my cellphone home, drove aimlessly for +4 hours straight, made it to another city and back, thinking, listening to the same 34 songs form my favorite playlist, silently waiting on an explanation for the nothingness of nothing. Freedom made me feel slightly high.
My legs started hurting (feeling numb) and I parked in the middle of nowhere, lights off, music off, staring ahead. The best ideas always come at night, under the stars. I even started counting them. There, it got pretty damn late, so I drove home.
So, all in all, life is.. I don't know what life is like.
And I haven't taken those pills since November. Which is starting to feel weird. Is this how it feels to be me, without alterations? Very fucking depressing, but I prefer to be authentic, even if it alienates everyone else. Not like there's anyone here anyway.