devoid
to be perfectly honest... yes. i do miss myself. it's like i dug myself so deep into this hole, and somewhere along the way i lost something really important. emerging is a struggle. there's no knowing what to do, or how to feel. there's not as much feeling at all. the last thing i want to throw is a pity party. my strength is like a wrench thrown at a glass wall. the world makes more sense now, but i feel more alone. eleven eleven, gasp and growl. like the sky'd been breathing on a mirror.