Like I’m here, but that’s it. I’m just wandering. Confused. Empty. Lost. Drowning. I don’t want to be dead or anything, but damn I’d love to feel something. I can’t even think of a word to describe what I feel.  I feel like I’m already dead. Like I’m here, but not really. I don’t really think I’m good for other people at this point. I don’t deserve to have good things in my life because I can’t manage it.