There is no feeling inside my body; my heart. I am dead inside.
I fell in love again, and it killed me. Cliche, I know, but since then, I cannot feel anything for anyone other than my family. I feel like I will be alone until the day I leave this earth.
Such a sad state.
But true. There is no one for me anymore. I guess I’m ok with that. I have to be, as this is the present reality of my life.