It is both a mess but also a void.

This is what I feel like my mind has become lately.

It has become a mush of loneliness, insecurities, fear, resentment. But I also feel like there is nothing of substance, it is just a mess. Like trash. Attempts at upcycling into some semblance of sanity.

I don’t know what I’m feeling or what my purpose is. Why do I bother getting out of bed? Why do I keep going?

I don’t know. It exists like the void where things with nowhere to go end up.