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I feel burned out.
Burned out on writing.
Burned out on working.
Burned out on being social.
Burned out on feeling, if that makes sense.
I have a lot to express.
But there's no outlet that feels right.
My journal stares back at me with intimidating blank white pages.
I am afraid to say what I'm truly feeling on the internet.
I've been pulling away from Ryan for some solitude.
For once he's not who I feel like talking to.
I'm not feeling up to being vulnerable.
He is patient & understanding & that helps a lot.
But still...
My mood is indescribable.
I feel nothing. No, that's not right.
I feel a thousand things.
And my overloaded heart & brain have turned to numbness for relief.
This is vague.
I am fine, really.
I think I am bored with life.
Burned out on writing.
Burned out on working.
Burned out on being social.
Burned out on feeling, if that makes sense.
I have a lot to express.
But there's no outlet that feels right.
My journal stares back at me with intimidating blank white pages.
I am afraid to say what I'm truly feeling on the internet.
I've been pulling away from Ryan for some solitude.
For once he's not who I feel like talking to.
I'm not feeling up to being vulnerable.
He is patient & understanding & that helps a lot.
But still...
My mood is indescribable.
I feel nothing. No, that's not right.
I feel a thousand things.
And my overloaded heart & brain have turned to numbness for relief.
This is vague.
I am fine, really.
I think I am bored with life.