Just four days ago, I woke up next to you. Now, I wake up alone again.
Feeling empty, and nothing seems to matter anymore.
My days pass, because of this crazy busy job, but my life is empty.
This is not my place. This is not my home. This is not my world.
I don’t know exactly where it is, but I know that things are becoming so empty when you are away again. I try to stay positive, but it’s hard. I guess the depression is far away, but maybe once it caught you, it will never completely stay away. It leaves a scar that never goes. But that’s okay.
I have too much questions. Future? Job? What I should do?
But I guess I know deep inside.
It’s about taking risks. Leaving everything behind. Letting go.
I don’t know why I have to prepare myself and just can’t do and go, so it takes a lot of time.
But this emptiness, sucks. This is not how life should be. THis is not how I want life to be.