Normally, I can get by without thinking - tonight (or for the last several days, really) I have been, and you know what?
I'm sick of my life. It lacks meaning. It lacks intimacy (not speaking of the physical here). It lacks connection; deep, fulfilling connection.
I feel like an outsider; like a feral animal that no longer knows how to socialize with others beyond "hey, how's it going?".
I really miss the days where I could just drink until I didn't realize I had any problems. It was so much easier than ignoring/burying all these emotions...
9:22 p.m. - 2016-10-16
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