i can feel it in my bones.

there is no motivation and my body aches.
i continue to blow money on clothing, because it makes me feel better.
its trivial. but it works, though only for a short time, until they no longer are new.
i woke up in panic, but not long after did i arrive upon the act of not caring, so i closed my eyes, and fell into peace. i am trying to do this, i am trying to fill things. i lost my connection with the god i once prayed to. and sometimes i wonder if i need therapy. sometimes i think im completely wrong about myself, and everyone else is right. maybe i am what you say and in that case i deserve what i got. i have my friends and that is fine. but fine just sometimes is not enough..

maybe i will move too.