2022-08-14 02:35:25 (UTC)
How can something meant to be so important and meaningful be so weightless?
Am I supposed to be building personality? Do I have something like that to me? Anything unique? Or am I just another person. Am I dead weight. What exactly do I mean to this family?
I’m so tired. It’s way too late. Or early. I feel sick.
I feel like there’s nothing to me. No worth, no weight to hold me down here. No solid identity that justifies my being here. I feel a little lost. I’d rather not. But sleep isn’t automatic. I’ll read. And read. And read and read. Like I always do.