A couple months back, I had broken down in tears one night for reasons of my own..
not because I had my feelings hurt or hurt by anyone..
but because my world had made me sad.
Since then, I’ve seem to have lost my spark, my thirst, my interest,
or have developed a phobia, or have simply lost all self esteem, fuck knows….
I’ve even lost the player in me.
Currently mentally numb, yet completely content and happy.
Seems all the butterflies I’ve loved to chase so much had ceased to exist..
and I seem to be fine with it.
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