Empty, Angry, Numb

I thought I was getting better.

I've been trying very hard to claw my way out of that dark hole that I was in for the past few days. And just when I thought that I was seeing light at the end of that tunnel today. Or at least what I thought it was, then I got hit by an unnecessary beam and fell further into the depths.

For no reason I cried myself to sleep this afternoon, only to wake up to an even more emptier, angrier version of me.

I don't know what I want, I don't know what I could do. So I ended up curling under the comforting sense of my blanket for the past five hours or so, feeling empty, angry, numb.

I don't know how much longer I need, or if I'm even able to find my way out. I really don't. I don't even know if I can..

It's so hard to breathe it times I just wish that that the world could just shut the fuck up...or maybe it's me that don't belong? Perhaps I am the one who should just shut the hell up and dissolve into nothingness.