Every day is a wheel of prevailing emotions; emotions that you couldn’t show to the world; emotions that you’ve learned long enough to hide that already became natural to you.
You work yourself to death and ask yourself why. You begin to wonder about the state of your life. You begin to think that you need change—but you don’t know exactly what you need.
You feel like there are not enough words being said; you no longer feel good about anything.
And then you hear the words you need—but they don’t make you feel like anything.
Maybe, they do, but you cannot hear them clearly.
You could not see them clearly.
Because you’re empty.