Echoes of A Empty Heart and A Full Head

2:46 A.M. – 2:59 A.M. US Central Time)

The urge to write is so strong. My body needs purging. I feel sick inside. I quit my job on Tuesday, but I’m in talks to withdraw my two weeks notice. I don’t know.

Everything is so empty. My life, my love, my insides.

What ever happened to my hunger for the world, my thirst for love that could never be filled? They are still there I think. They just get lost in it all. god I want to throw up so my insides will still and not churn.

What ever happened to the writer in me? What ever happened?, to my soul. I don’t know that either. I can’t wait for this horrible week to be over. Ugh!

I can feel the acidic bile rising. Everything’s so messed. Inside and out.

Is my life tragick or am I? I still don’t know the answer to that yet either.

God, how can an urge be so strong?

I’m so tired and I’m ready to pass out.

I haven’t received a letter back from my penpal. It does take a while and she might be taking her time. Who knows? I sure as hell don’t.

I wish that I could just get over myself. I make myself sick sometimes.

-Danielle

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2 Comments

  1. Ah, you seem to be in the exact same place I was about a year and a half -2 years ago. Stinks doesn’t it? I’m still not sure if it was the right thing to un-quit my job. The time off could’ve been used to finish that dang novel I’ve been writing/rewriting since 7th grade (roughly…oh…13 years). Writing is such a labor of love though that when you feel depressed, numb, or lonely its almost impossible to get into it.

    When you’re happy, it’s just hard to find the time.

    Best of luck in deciding your next step.

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