File: 1734301553041.jpg (72.41 KB, 369x245, 369:245, water.jpg) ImgOps iqdb
I've been sitting in my room all day with the blinds shut. It's not even like I feel particularly sad, just… nothing. I watch the world move on, people going about their lives, but it feels like I'm frozen in time, like I'm stuck watching a movie I can't interact with.
I tried reading, but the words just don't sink in. I thought about playing a game, but even that feels like too much effort. I just stare at my ceiling, wondering when this fog will lift—or if it even matters anymore.
Sometimes I envy normies. Not for their shallow lives, but for their ability to feel something. Anything. At least they don't just fade into the background.
I don't even know why I'm posting this. Maybe I'm just hoping someone out there gets it.
I tried reading, but the words just don't sink in. I thought about playing a game, but even that feels like too much effort. I just stare at my ceiling, wondering when this fog will lift—or if it even matters anymore.
Sometimes I envy normies. Not for their shallow lives, but for their ability to feel something. Anything. At least they don't just fade into the background.
I don't even know why I'm posting this. Maybe I'm just hoping someone out there gets it.
Different modes of dissociation. Staring into the void. Moving out. Go through hell. Become sleepy. Give up ambitions. Take the daily pill. Repeat. Oblivion.
maybe you shouldn't think that feeling like this is a problem that needs to be solved? and rather just calmly allow yourself to feel nothingness for as long as you need without self-reproach or guilt?