I don't feel hollow, though I feel the absence of my stomach, my mind, my heart...
What was I when I was fourteen? A child. But I got it better back then. I hated myself, but I think I loved myself more than I do now.
It was when friendship meant life. Parents meant love and hatred. Everything was intense. And you were barely distinguishable from your environment.
Now everything is isolating. Isolation. -- No one gets me. I'm all alone. The world is strange and cold. I can't find the warmth and safety. Et cetera, et cetera.
Maybe things haven't changed after all. They just have more consequences now.
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