I’m not sure why I always end up writing these to you but I’m feeling totally empty, I don’t know what to do.
I make myself feel this way, I drive my mind into cul-de-sacs and stare blankly at the dead end in front of me.

When you stare into the abyss the abyss stares back. I wonder what it sees?

God why do I feel like this? Why do I feel I’m floating around with no real purpose, no real point? Is it all just chance? Are we all pets in a cosmic fish bowl?

I’m sorry to burden you with this but I don’t know where else to turn. I don’t know who else will listen as I try to turn myself around and find the way back to the road. One day the road won’t be there to get back to and I’ll be stuck in the void slamming my consciousness against the nothingness.
With infinite time to contemplate oneself, do you think it’s possible to find answers or will we just go round in larger circles for an eternity?

Tonight feels like an eternity, there’s no end in sight, or perhaps I’m just blind. Maybe ahead are green fields and blue skies but to my eyes just blackness. Maybe the void isn’t there at all, except for in my mind.