I am not thinking straight

It’s hard to not feel empty. Narcotics were supposed to help, but they’ve only taken me to a scarier place; a scarier plane of existence, or state of mind, however you see it. Music only mocks me with nihilistically-thought-provoking sounds.

I am not particulary afraid of anything or anyone, and I’m not even really sure if I dislike the feeling of numbess; the feeling of nothingness. I can’t describe the sensation. It’s a cold scratching at a layer of my insides which I should not be able to physically feel. It’s kind of like drowning in sweat that has been left to sit on a person long-done with their race. A person just entering a cold building, making the sweat become the basis of a shudder, after being a provider of comfort in a difficult situation.