I’m empty. I don’t even know what empty is, but that’s what I am.
I feel too muted to reach out to anybody.
Like the man said, “Cotton wool gets in my eyes.”
There’s so many options arrayed around me, so many compelling and calling things, that I sit in neutral. I can’t make my head work, I can’t think about one thing long enough.
I don’t know what to do. I’ve never known what to do. If I knew what to do, I’d do it so goddamned good you’d feel it from where you’re sitting, but there’s no goal for me out there in the fog. Fuck it.
When too muted to reach out, I guess we have to reach “in”. Hang in there, sweetie…….*hugs*
oh dude. i have no witty response.
jewels said it.
hang in there, fucker.
If you need me, I will be there. You know where to find me. If you don’t want to reach out, then I will reach in.
Take care of yourself.