Dear you,
I have been living an enormous oxymoron for the past couple of weeks; I am fully empty. I carry endless emptiness in my soul. Sometimes I have so many questions that I do not care to answer myself, or to find someone to answer. Other times I have none; I live just to breathe in order to survive the next day.
The oxymoron is full and empty together. The burden of having nothing inside, and of being full of nothingness. It is so exhausting. I am so exhausted.
Yours faithfully and sincerely,
N.
I have been living an enormous oxymoron for the past couple of weeks; I am fully empty. I carry endless emptiness in my soul. Sometimes I have so many questions that I do not care to answer myself, or to find someone to answer. Other times I have none; I live just to breathe in order to survive the next day.
The oxymoron is full and empty together. The burden of having nothing inside, and of being full of nothingness. It is so exhausting. I am so exhausted.
Yours faithfully and sincerely,
N.
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