I don’t like myself. I don’t feel quite “together”, like a piece of me is missing. I don’t feel emotions, that is. I know they’re there but there are so many just bottled up that they sort of cancel each other out and leave an ever-present hole in my chest. I always have that horrible sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. It’s unmistakable and all-consuming. Horrible, really. It’s deadening.
