-Sylvia Plath
Do you know this feeling?
You know, when you lie in bed, it's 2am. You can't sleep. You wonder about a lot of things, like how you can make things better, or run through the day's occurrences and wonder about what you could have done. You wonder if things could have been different if your particular course of action had been radically different.
& then you feel inexplicably sad.
You feel empty, but you wouldn't call it loneliness. Because you figured that you can't be lonely if you've always been leading a pretty solitary life, save for your friends & family (& you like it). Since you can't make a comparison to how it feels like to be intricately connected to somebody, you can't confirm that this feeling is really called "loneliness". It would just be a sad-ish kind of feeling, & you wonder why is it so.
You wonder if it's you, or is it really people in general.
It's always confusing.
Then you decide that you would not give a fuck (and you should not give a fuck).
So you fall asleep.
Does this happens to you? Or maybe it's just me.
I think it's just me.
I need to sleep. & stop being ridiculous.
Goodnight.
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