Never have I felt so conflicted. Should I be happy, sad, angry, or just empty? What does it take to feel? What does it mean to feel? Should I stay here and shut the fuck up, run away, or simply end my life? I could spend the rest of my life trying to be back in your arms. Maybe I will, one day. But nothing will ever bring back the past. I question purpose for this exactly. It is beautiful, really. I can't even understand how something so beautiful can hurt so much at the same time.

There is a void of empty space, and I have no idea what to do.