FRACTURE

Today… as always… just started off feeling lonely, and honestly it kind of stayed that way the whole time. Home was irritating like usual, nothing really felt good or exciting, and I can’t even point to a single moment that stood out. Everything just felt flat.

Most of my thoughts kept circling the same thing—wanting to get away from this strict family situation and become independent—but I still don’t really see how that’s supposed to happen. It’s just this idea sitting in my head with no clear path attached to it yet.

If I had to give today a color, it would be black. But not just in a negative sense—black is also my favorite color. It feels fitting in a strange way: heavy, quiet, dull… but also familiar—like I’m sitting inside something I already know too well.

And… yeah, I keep thinking about leaving all of this behind.