Because it's almost 2.

I know exactly, something is missing when I try to find some things between the lines and words and alphabets. And I wander and scroll and read and think again and again... What is up with me?

Something is missing. It really is.

I'm tired of finding it, the gaps between each qwerty button that are connected and spaces between my fingers, and those blue blood vessels under the pale skins. I know I cannot think. It's almost two in the morning and I cannot think.

no

on this platform, trying to release everything that has been going inside my head today. i always find myself being okay with everything and...