To be honest I wrote a lot of love poems these days, which bugs me a lot because I realized that they are not love poems. I wrote a lot of shit that are very cathartic but lately they are not helping me anymore. I don’t feel numb, it’s okay cause I’m not depressed. But I know there’s something wrong with me. I don’t know if it’s because I just suck at living, or I suck at loving. Especially towards myself.