Nothing happened today

It's a little past eight. My body is still sweaty from a workout I never really finished. I'm sitting on the couch with my legs folded up, dumbbells lying beside me. My iPad is playing my favourite song at a low volume. I had some eggs and bread a while ago.

Another day has passed by.

I had so many things in my mind today. I wanted to do so much, but somehow, I ended up doing almost nothing.

These days feel so strange. I wait for the morning to come, and before I know it, I'm waiting for the night again. I don't know when this cycle will end. I don't even know if it should or not.

It is dark outside, and I'm just... waiting.

Waiting for what, or for whom, I don't know. Maybe I'm waiting for something to change. Maybe I'm waiting for this pain to hurt a little less. Maybe I'm waiting for my heart to feel nothing but something, but not everything.

Or maybe I'm simply waiting for nothing.