There’s this aching feeling of nothingness floating somewhere deep in the insane repetitive patterns of my daily routine. I cannot say for sure yet what the cause of this might be, but lately I feel like - forgive the cliche - “something is missing.” It’s almost scary even, that I so badly want to say that I’m content with it. But why, for what reason would I want to stay in a permanent state of emptiness? Perhaps it’s because if I detach this from my emotions, and attach what is missing, I’d be even more lost. Where would I even start if I were to ever be normal? To feel whole, what does that even mean anymore? We cannot run from ourselves, our destiny chooses us.