I hate this feeling. The feeling of being consumed by nothing, hollowness. This great abyss of nothingness, slowly devouring every piece of my soul. And then I'm left walking in the basements alone, like a corpse. Contradicting thing is, we all let our feelings take control of ourselves. To feel is human. And we let the feelings take over. Sorrow, anger, happiness, hunger, excitement. It takes up so much of ourselves that it'll affect anything we do. And then to make others feel good, you have to put up this false front. It's a vicious cycle, it never truly ends. Until you find something that makes you feel better again. And then you'll feel again. Happy, sad, angry, empty, confused, lost, frustrated, found.
When will I feel again? I'd much rather not feel a thing, to live every day as if there is nothing. I find it so hard to have feelings, towards people, towards things, towards animals. If having feelings hurts so much, why do we bother?