Where am i?

I ask my mindless brain as I disassociate

I disassociate to the point that everyday feels the same

Everything i do blends into one giant blob of nothingness

 

Nothing matters. Does it? 

It doesn’t. Nothing has ever mattered.

That's why we alter our state of reality.

We alter it to feel something out of all the nothingness.

 

We take the shot. We take the hit.

To open our imbecilic balls of matter into something new.

Something exciting. Something to look forward to

This false hope creates an endless, numbing cycle of pain.

 

A cycle we religiously live through every fucking day.

This cycle emotionally desensitizes every worldly thing. 

Everything feels the same.

Everyday feels the same.