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Empty & Hollow in Broken

  • July 11, 2014, 6:04 a.m.
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I have felt this way for as long as I can remember. Nothing I have done, or haven't done has changed how I feel.

I have no friends no matter how much I try to get to know people. Everyone says they want to hang out and then they never do. I have finally started being just like them.

Men don't filll, feel, or understand the emptiness. They never have.

I don't fill the emptiness - I have only ever been the only steady thing I have ever known. And it hasn't helped.

I am so tired of feeling this way. My entire life. As if it is pointless that I was ever here. Why do I keep bothering myself to continue through life feeling in such pain every day? I have no idea. Perhaps, because I don't like pain and killing yourself typically involves pain.

I have tired to OD on pills, tried to drink until I don't wake up - neither of those have worked.

Just so exhausted of it all.


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