I Have Something to Say
I feel empty. My mind tells me it's hunger, but it feels just like dread. I can't think of anything dread-inducing in my life at this point, so it feels almost foreboding. Like there's a storm brewing on the horizon.
It's really unsettling. Something just feels... wrong. Twitching in fearful anticipation for seemingly nothing.
It's really unsettling. Something just feels... wrong. Twitching in fearful anticipation for seemingly nothing.