I sit scrolling down things that I don't want to read, things I don't want to see, but I just want to scroll up and down to nothing! I have started to feel.. shallow I believe, or something close to that. Suicidal tendencies I can never develop. I am too coward to take my own life.

Nothings..

This could have been the last. But then it's not..

And then, right where I started from. I think I have travelled this path before..

 The sudden urge to quit.

The hopelessness and despair.

The love. The loathe. 

All of it. 

None of it..

Now this is a feeling I know too well. And of course, it had to happen.

I have reached a place where I don't feel like questioning anything. I like to believe that I already have the answers. I am not sure if this is how I would want to march ahead, but then how else to live, I think I have forgotten.

I don't want to pretend that everything is fine, and I cannot.

I don't want to... 

There are suddenly a lot of dont's  and cant's and wonts and nots and nos and nothings... Such a known feeling!