Nothing has changed.
It has actually worsened.
As I wrote in a letter from the continent “my life is still”.
My brain is still.
I have become silent, lacking appetite and motivation, needing to break a routine that is diluting my motionless days.
I can’t fake anymore.
I need myself back, but I can’t find it anywhere.
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