I feel tired. Like the body that I’m in isn’t my real body. It’s just a shell of what I am physically. I’m drifting around with nowhere to go. No place feels right to me anymore. Not home, not school, none. I’m just going through the everyday motions of life without really feeling or caring about them.

Maybe this is just a phase of my life, but maybe it’s not.

I’m just so empty now.