Read Echoes Of Solitude :: Before we meet, I Became HOLLOW

I woke up every morning feeling like a shell of a person. The emptiness inside of me was suffocating,

and it seemed like no matter what I did, I couldn't fill the void.

I would drag myself out of bed and go through the motions of my day,

but nothing brought me joy or fulfillment.

I couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with me.

Why did I feel so hollow when everyone else seemed to have a purpose and passion for life?

I tried to talk to my friends and family about it, but they didn't seem to understand.

They would tell me to snap out of it or suggest things I could do to feel better, but none of it helped.

I felt like I was trapped in a never-ending cycle of emptiness and despair. I would try to distract myself with work, hobbies, and social events, but nothing could shake the feeling of hollowness inside of me.

It was like a constant ache that I couldn't escape.

It was the morning of my 30th birthday, and as I lay in my bed, I couldn't shake off the feeling that my life was empty and meaningless. I had a decent job, and a circle of friends, but I felt like something was missing. As I got ready for work, I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a reflection of a hollow person staring back at me.

Throughout the day, I found myself going through the motions of my routine, but my mind was elsewhere. I couldn't focus on anything.. I find myself lost in a void. Everything around me seems to be moving at a fast pace, yet I am standing still. The world seems to be spinning around me, and I can't seem to catch up. I feel like I am falling, endlessly, into a dark abyss.

I am lost in the void, and I don't know how to find my way out. I am trapped in my own mind, and I can't seem to escape. The darkness is consuming me, and I am slowly fading away.

I tried to distract myself with work, throwing myself into my projects and putting in longer hours writing, but it only made me feel more empty. I tried to socialize more, going out with coworkers and meeting new people, but it only left me feeling more disconnected.

It was as though a part of me had gone missing, leaving a gaping hole that I couldn't seem to fill no matter what I did. I tried to shake it off and get on with my days, but as I went through the motions of my daily routine, I couldn't help but feel like something was off.

As the days passed, the feeling only intensified. It was like a crack had appeared in my carefully constructed facade, and no matter how much I tried to patch it up, it just kept getting wider. I found myself struggling to find joy in the things that used to bring me happiness, and my once-social life began to dwindle as I withdrew into myself.

I tried to ignore it, telling myself that it was just a passing phase, but the cracks only continued to grow. I began to feel like an imposter in my own life, like everything I had worked so hard for was just a hollow shell. The weight of it all became too much to bear, and I found myself breaking down in tears more often than I cared to admit.

It wasn't until I hit rock bottom that I realized what was really going on. The cracks in my facade had been there all along, I had just been too scared to acknowledge them. I was living a life that wasn't truly mine, trying to fit into a mold that society had deemed acceptable. I had lost touch with who I really was, and it was tearing me apart.

I feel like I'm in a slow decline.

Everything that used to bring me joy now feels like a chore,

and I can't help but feel like I'm losing myself more and more each day.

I feel a sense of emptiness that consumes me..

It's like a heavy weight that I carry with me wherever I go.

I never thought it was possible to feel so hollow inside. It's as if my heart has been replaced with a void, a chasm that I can't seem to fill no matter what I do. The emptiness is suffocating, and I can't escape it no matter how hard I try.

At one point in my life, my heart was full of joy and love. I was a happy person, surrounded by friends and family who cared for me deeply. But something changed, and I can't quite pinpoint when it happened. All I know is that the light in my heart slowly began to dim until it finally burned out completely.

Now, I'm left with this hollow heart, an empty vessel that feels heavy and burdensome.

I go through the motions of life, but everything feels muted and gray.

I'm constantly searching for something to fill the void, but nothing seems to fit.

Maybe writing about my journey through this emptiness will bring some clarity and understanding. Or maybe it will just be another way to pass the time until the darkness fades.