I badly want to blog and type my feelings out but it seems like I have nothing substantial to say anyway. I guess what I’ve learned from my past experiences is that it’s better to shut up during your darkest moments than to risk being vulnerable to hurting again.
I’m not depressed nor am I sad, no. It’s just this emptiness that consumes me every day and hinders me from doing anything with passion. I have lost inspiration to study, to write, to create, and to do so many things. I’m generally happy (happier than ever, to be completely honest) and I get by, but there’s something missing—
And I’d kill just to know what (or who) that may be.