It is very curious. Today, I woke up feeling empty. Very very empty. As if someone cracked open my head last night and pulled out all the thoughts and feelings that were stewing away up there, and released them into the world, as opposed to being trapped inside my numb, sleepy skull.
Still, emptiness isn't one of my favourite feelings. Instead of having thoughts running through my mind, I have a stupid song stuck in my head.
It's not even a feeling. I don't want to do anything. Anything. Yesterday, I could think of one million things I wanted to do, and if someone offered me to do them today, I would just shake my head and curl up into a fetal position on my couch and watch mid-day cartoons.
My mom will be home from work soon. I want her to leave me alone.