On Being Achingly Lonely

I hate feeling empty. Like everyone can feel the weight of the gravity holding you down like a black hole in the room. It’s like being full of joy and full of sadness all at the same time. Full of the joy because you’re so fiercely independent, yet full of sadness because the joy is yours to carry alone. As is the sadness. Some days, this is how I feel. Other days it doesn’t matter, but everyday this is what I live. 


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