Sometimes I wish there was no such thing as the Internet. I mi | Ìn Øur W౿ird Vi౿l౿

Sometimes I wish there was no such thing as the Internet. I miss letters I never wrote or received. Like those letters with cursive handwriting and sealed with wax. I don't know.

Words don't come to me anymore. Am I too exhausted to think them? Perhaps they just left after feeling obsolete.

I feel like I have so much to say but I don't say much. And I wouldn't know what to say given the chance. Maybe I don't have anything to say. Maybe it's just too quiet in my head and I'm trying to create some noise. I'm in some sort of state I don't know. Like I'm numb but not really. Am I even making any sense? This is too fragmented to make sense.