It’s weird. I kind of feel empty inside, you know? The kind of empty that no matter the amount of alcohol or illegal drugs it will never fill this ginormous void inside me. A kind of emptiness that could swallow you into a dark oblivion like a villainous black hole.
When something bothered me, I didn’t talk with anyone about it. I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone. Not that I really felt lonely. I thought that’s just the way things are. Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own.