and still feeling empty.
I thought the idea of pouring yourself out was to be refilled anew with greater and better emotions and thoughts.
But instead, after working for so many days in a row, being exhausted every morning and night, feeling lonely, alone, abandoned, and empty...
Giving it all doesn't seem like such a great idea anymore. It seems like a waste of my time and energy.
People barely interest me, I struggle to make conversation about mundane facts of life such as the weather, and I want every discussion to be more meaningful than it ever can be.
This is the probem with life and myself. We're at odds with each other. I want more than people will give me. I don't want pithy meaningless incidents. I would like every situation to speak depth and life.