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‪I see people struggling with what they learned.‬ ‪I’ve yet to learn anything.‬ ‪My mind just feels empty and blank.‬ ‪There’s nothing in it but abstract forms that ellicit vague and varied emotional responses.‬ ~ ‪Suddenly, without warning, “it” attacks.‬ ‪But my apathy would invalidate “it”.‬ ‪But “it” stays there. Waiting until I feel again. Until “it” re-triggers my emptiness and apathy. Waiting to be filled only to be spilt and reduced to nothing. An absence, a darkness, an abyss of unfeeling. A deprivation of senses as if something has died. “It” just does what “it” is intended. At first, apathy dismisses “it”. But soon, I regain my consciousness. And “it” subdues my consciousness into apathy. “It” is an endless cycle. There’s no other word for “it”. ~ It is just “it”; an entity that lacks words to express, a phenomenon. An anomaly within me.
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Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 3:58 PM UTC
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‪I see people struggling with what they learned.‬ ‪I’ve yet to learn anything.‬ ‪My mind just feels empty and blank.‬ ‪There’s nothing in it but abstract forms that ellicit vague and varied emotional responses.‬ ~ ‪Suddenly, without warning, “it” attacks.‬ ‪But my apathy would invalidate “it”.‬ ‪But “it” stays there. Waiting until I feel again. Until “it” re-triggers my emptiness and apathy. Waiting to be filled only to be spilt and reduced to nothing. An absence, a darkness, an abyss of unfeeling. A deprivation of senses as if something has died. “It” just does what “it” is intended. At first, apathy dismisses “it”. But soon, I regain my consciousness. And “it” subdues my consciousness into apathy. “It” is an endless cycle. There’s no other word for “it”. ~ It is just “it”; an entity that lacks words to express, a phenomenon. An anomaly within me.
I’m tired. Academically drained, lacking passion and dreams. Lacking aspirations, goals, ambitions and motivation. Lacking a future outlook. Trapped in a cycle of an empty mind and a broken body. I don’t feel anything but heaviness. Maybe this is depression? Lapses in memory? Random aches? Hypochondria? “It” swallows me whole.
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Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 3:58 PM UTC
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