"I know..." is never good enough

[vanishingacts]

I wrote a lot about how i've been feeling lately.
Then I erased it all.
I figured, you don't need details, the fact is that i'm unhappy.

I find comfort in things that will never make me truly happy.

I seem to have a void in me, I fill it with uselessness.
Food, complaints, annoyances, bad habits.
Anything of a negative nature, I try to fill the space with.
Nothing is ever filling enough to make me feel really happy.