bed rot
been feeling the agonizing pain of not having a foundation to stand on. everything falls apart very easily and the thing that i had to lean on is no longer there. even though the wall i once had was covered in spikes and only hurt me, it was a weird comfort knowing it was there. i miss the wall and floor i once had but not the pain which i know isnt a crazy observation but its nice to finally process how this all feels. every room feels empty. every bite of food makes me feel more hungry. every social interaction makes me feel more alone. i see no clear path that i am supposed to follow which is ironic because that used to feel good to me. i would just “go where the wind takes me” but now even the wind scoffs in my face. i feel like all i’m doing at this point is wasting air. i want to be emotionally vulnerable with somebody or even with family but i don’t know if id be able to handle the weight of their eyes. it all seems so pointless. why was i given a second c...