That moment when you’re just so sick, sick, sick of everything.
And you want to vomit.
And you want to cry.
But nothing comes out, like you’ve become some sort of dessicated wood deprived of emotions.
And you’re sitting there trying to get something out of your brain by typing into this keyboard. But you feel nothing. Words fall through fingertips, lying there shattered, lifeless.
And you’re so tired. Tired of keeping your usual facade, of scrolling through pages, looking at art that isn’t yours, playing the same games, even communicating with others.
And no one understands.
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.
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Minolta x700 / Minolta MC Rokkor - PF 58mm f/1.4 /Uxi Efiniti Super Iso 200 .