I Feel So Alone And Empty Novels & Stories

Like I’m just disposable anytime and worthless all the time because of something I unknowingly did. Even when I’m celebrating a birthday, I still feel empty and hollow. And I guess that no matter how many birthdays I celebrated, I have to live with this pain and burden for the rest of my life. *** The round of greetings to pack elders, Betas, and other pack officials has finally ended. And here I am, back to my lonely self. Back to my castle of solitude. I scanned the faces of my pack as I dined and drink, and then ate again. I’m growing bored, yes. But then something—someone caught my attention.

I am somewhat exhausted; I wonder how a battery feels when it pours electricity into a non-conductor? " Tell me, why are you so quite? usually you talk a lot but what happened now?" " Why you are stuck on Heather? We have a bigger problems than that. Eden is trying to threat to me legal action.I don't know what to do? don't know what's wrong with me, really. It's nothing, but it's also all-encompassing. I feel strangely empty, devoid of though and energy. I am not sure where my days go, but they go. Every single thing I must do--any hint of a demand--grinds against me. I don't know what I'd do in that time should I ever achieve that perfect aloneness. . I don't have the attention for anythin

It's evident, and I'm aware of my abandonment issues that began the day my parents died. Because of that, I’ll probably always be alone. And even if I'm not, I know that I'll always feel lonely because I don't know if I can ever truly trust anyone again. Not after Isaak, I can't. I feel an emptiness—a void—in my chest that grows ever more profound the harder I try to fight my own thoughts. My chest rises and falls steadily, my breathing uneven as I turn my head to look at the clock on the nightstand. 4:30PM

Just like always standing at this window, I felt as if I am standing on the top of this world and from here everything is in my hands. Standing here and looking down at everything, how small it seems and how restless it seems. The people walking downstairs are dancing at the behest of your fingers. Even if you want, you will not be able to feel yourself being involved in the lives of those people. When you stand so high you find yourself alone. Like all the time I find myself alone. But I have never felt this thing before. But today something is feeling out. An emptiness that slowly surrounds me

But for now, I was stuck, unable to move or escape. I had no one to call my own. No family, no friends, no loved ones to turn to. The loneliness was overwhelming, a heavy weight that pressed down on me. I felt like a leaf blown by the wind, without roots or a place to belong. The emptiness echoed through my soul, a reminder of all that was missing. In a world full of connections and relationships, I stood alone, a solitary figure without a safety net or a shoulder to lean on. The isolation was profound, and I wondered if things would ever change.

A tear started to pool under my eyelids before I bow my head down to stop myself from crying. I sniff. “N-No, Mom. I am fine here.” “Dionne, I did not became your Mom for nothing. I know you.” With words left unsaid, I drop the call and immediately covers my face to cry. I do not know. I just don’t want anyone right now. I feel like I am so wasted these past few days. I feel so alone despite having good people around me. Sitting in the middle of this crowd around the benches makes me feel so lonely. I know I have friends I can lean on to but it just feel so empty, heavy and hard today—all of a sudden.

Quiet sobs escaped my lips, tears streaming down my face and finally, after so many years, months, weeks, and days I spent in this prison of loneliness, I felt numb and hollow. I felt cold. Everything was beginning to crumble around me leaving me completely powerless, helpless to save myself. I was alone. I always had been and always will be. It Alone...alone....all alone...alone…..

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry.” And I truly am. I mean every word I fucking say because without Amelia, I feel like an empty man. I feel so empty and out of place and these past few days have intact shown me that I am. I have always been. I've always been alone, thinking that was what I wanted.

After dinner and more work in the office, I literally drag my feet when it’s time to retire to my suite, not the least bit interested in being in there alone, eyeing that big, empty bed. In fact, that big, empty bed seems even bigger than before and it’s not the only thing that’s empty. I feel a little hollow on the inside. Like there’s a chunk of me missing. Depressed and lonely. Holy hell, I thought I was fixing my problems, not adding to them!

And me… I felt empty. Not like a winner. Not even like a loser. Just empty. Standing there… With everything I fought for… Taken away from me.