Emptyness.
So alone...but, all brought upon myself. Spinning wheels...searching for something that feels meaningful, feels worthwhile...
but, in the end, nothing.
Nothing, but to sit here and stare at the monitor, and think (*of all the what abouts...and all the would've, c-c-coulda beens) of how things could be if I wasn't so antisocial. Or shy.
* The Wretched, NIN, off The Fragile