Just another day
Sometimes I wonder if I even have emotions. Most of the time, I don’t feel anything, I don't if it is right to call it neutral or just blank. It’s not sadness exactly. Not anger. Not happiness either. Just silence inside. A strange emptiness that only shifts when I’m around the people I love. They’re the only ones who seem to awaken something in me, something real. I may have few close people but they are more than enough. Honestly, I prefer less number. Then there are moments like tonight. Moments where a wave of something comes crashing in. A feeling I can’t even name. I don’t know what to call it and I can’t explain it to anyone. And maybe that’s the most frustrating part not even understanding myself. I keep asking myself: what’s the point of all this? The effort, the achievements, the endless chasing… when none of it follows you after this life? It’s exhausting. I just wish I could understand myself better. This blog has become my emotion diary now. A place I run to when my t...