Hannelotte. Designer. Server. Friend. Artist. Girlfriend. Traveler. I have a lot to say, but I usually don't know how to say it.
This week has been difficult. It’s hard to pinpoint exactly what’s been making me feel the way that I do. I’d love to be able to blame it all on my mystery sickness, or weed, or the fact that I don’t eat anymore, or any other substance I’ve put into my body, but I know that I can’t. It would be nice to say that it’s all chemical, but I can’t say that. I feel like everything drags, no one cares, and nothing matters.
I go through moments where I’m happy and everything feels fine, but the moments following could be anything but that. I never know anymore where my day is going to take me, or how I’m going to feel. Normally I’d welcome how refreshing it feels to be surprised, but lately I’ve been dreading anything that could even resemble a surprise.
I don’t know how to feel right now, and I suppose that’s the hardest part.
