Empty

I was 108 this morning. I haven't ate in 3 days. I can't eat. I can't sleep. My world is blurred. A blurred reality, one that I easier to understand somehow. This rain matches my mood entirely. The fatigue keeps my mind occupied, Ironically enough empty. I've come accustomed to the emptiness. I need that support group that my 1, of the only 2 friends who have truly showed concern, found for me.