Is the lack of words a representation of a void of emotions?
There’s been nothing much happening. Nothing that makes me
- laugh so hard that my belly hurts and tears rolling down my cheeks
- cry with all my might till I cannot breathe and the whole of my pillow, wet
- scream at the top my lungs and throw something across the room
- just snap at the slightest comment and roll my eyes at every single thing
- smile, laugh, cry, scream and shout all at the same time, all involuntarily
Everything has just been ————
AVERAGE
So average that there is nothing much to talk about.
“Hey, how is it going?”
“Just like that. Still the same. Average.”
Just like that.
Average.
