This only happens once in a while, but there are times, like now, when I feel so completely useless, unneeded and unwanted— that the weight of loneliness on my shoulder is breaking my entire being, and I couldn't possibly get back on both feet. Like the container— my soul— is filled with nothing, gaps after gaps of cracks all over. Yet it's still empty. The cold wind blows at me, the sky slowly turns darker without me knowing. Streetlights began lighting up, and I wanted to tell somebody that hey, I'm really lonely now. But no. No one likes friends who complain all the time, no one wants to hear my pathetic whimpering and incoherent words.

I erased what I wanted to say, just to hug my knees tightly and breathing in the silence. I felt like crying, but no tears came out. I just felt empty.