Today there is no cadence to my words/or my thoughts. Today I woke up feeling empty, so I drove to a friend’s house and filled my cup of coffee with their thoughts. Last night I filled my body with so much beer and wine that I think I overflowed. and this morning, I felt empty. A few nights ago I stalked your instagram, knowing I would make myself sad but I think what’s worse is that I wasn’t. I’m happy for you.
I am empty, or I feel empty. I am scared that even though I was filled with all the wrong things before, I was at least full of something.