I feel like nothing. I feel empty. I don’t feel sad یا happy یا angry. I just feel like there is a black hole in me. A black hole where my دل should be.
I don’t know what to do anymore. I write story’s and other stuff. I still go to school and I work. I still do everything but it just lost meaning. Why do I go to school, why do I work. Why do I write story’s and other stuff with happiness and sadness in it, while I feel empty.
I know the جوابات on these questions. I go to school and I work for a better future. I write story’s and stuff, just because I can.
I tried for days to become angry یا sad یا happy یا at least feel something. But nothing worked. I only made people worried about me. They asked me what was wrong. But they all have there one problems at the moment. So I told them that I was just tired.
It wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t the truth. The one good thing is that I found out that I’m good at acting. After I told them I had a good rest day, no one کہا anything. I mean nobody noticed anything. I smile, I laugh, I make jokes. They all think I’m fine. And that is good. I hate it when they are worried.
I just need to know if there is someone, who knows this, this feeling یا whatever this is. I just need to write so that it is out of me. I mean if I keep this in me and letting no one knows this. Well, I will probably get depri because I only can think about it.
I'm sorry for the boring stuff. It wasn't even worth to read. But thanks for doing it anyway.
So I’m done with venting.
I don’t know what to do anymore. I write story’s and other stuff. I still go to school and I work. I still do everything but it just lost meaning. Why do I go to school, why do I work. Why do I write story’s and other stuff with happiness and sadness in it, while I feel empty.
I know the جوابات on these questions. I go to school and I work for a better future. I write story’s and stuff, just because I can.
I tried for days to become angry یا sad یا happy یا at least feel something. But nothing worked. I only made people worried about me. They asked me what was wrong. But they all have there one problems at the moment. So I told them that I was just tired.
It wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t the truth. The one good thing is that I found out that I’m good at acting. After I told them I had a good rest day, no one کہا anything. I mean nobody noticed anything. I smile, I laugh, I make jokes. They all think I’m fine. And that is good. I hate it when they are worried.
I just need to know if there is someone, who knows this, this feeling یا whatever this is. I just need to write so that it is out of me. I mean if I keep this in me and letting no one knows this. Well, I will probably get depri because I only can think about it.
I'm sorry for the boring stuff. It wasn't even worth to read. But thanks for doing it anyway.
So I’m done with venting.