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I Feel Empty
I wake up early now.
Not because I love mornings.
Because I told myself this is what the better version of me would do.
So I do it.
I drink water.
I sit in silence.
I read.
I plan.
I try to be disciplined.
And still… something feels missing.
There is a quiet in my chest that discipline does not fill.
People think growth feels powerful. Sometimes it does. But most days it just feels lonely. You stop doing the things that numb you. You stop escaping. You stop drowning your thoughts in noise. And what is left is… you.
Unfiltered.
Uncomfortable.
Empty.
I scroll less now. I talk less. I go out less. I laugh less. Not because I am sad. But because I am in between versions of myself. The old me is gone. The new me is not here yet.
So I live in this strange space where nothing feels wrong… but nothing feels right either.
Some days I ask myself, Why am I doing all this?
Why wake up early.
Why avoid junk.
Why say no to people.
Why sit with my thoughts.
Why push myself when comfort is so tempting.
