I feel as if I don’t have anything to say anymore. I’ve poured my heart and soul to you and even to the world. Now there’s this emptiness where the ever-raging anger used to reside. I don’t know what’s worse, feeling like the world is against you, or feeling nothing at all. You’ve made a writer out of me but I’ve ran out of words- so what am I?
— Late night thoughts #14 // littlemissimaginary