i feel like killing myself. it is ringing so hollow and so cold. it always return. it hurts so bad. but life is good. very good in fact. there is no need to weep. doting parents, friends, love. yet i cannot feel e love. my heart is fortified. impregnable. that it is so void. i do feel happy. but sadness never fails to return with a vengeance. so much so, i wished i would never feel happy. and fade into the monotony of life. what do you do when your heart is shattered so frequently. why do everyone seem to have a legitimate reason to […]