I don't feel much anymore. There is a sadness, a reminder of who I used to be, of the world I loved, and the things I had hoped for, but the distance grew until I lost it all. It was a continual reminder of the emptiness I allowed to exist, which was sadly a consequence of my own failures. Yet, I realize I would not have been able to change anything, and that was perhaps what hurt the most because I had wanted to believe in something or someone. In this, I realized this was the world I had created, and in it was nothing. I yearned for a beauty that I would never know. A love that would never come. I had myself, but what do I want? How could I want anything from this world? Yet, I continue forward because that is all I can do.