For some reason I feel cold, empty, alone, and dark, I keep thinking of Dante’s exhile, where he was banished from his village and wrote Dante’s Inferno, which talks about the seven circles of hell

When I leave my house, I feel warm, but in my room it feels.. dark. I don’t know what to do, I think i’m like this forever, sure as hell cured the voices in my head

cant remember shit, oh well, ill go get high. i’ll work on zfs or something