I Feel So Alone And Empty Novels & Stories

“Everything. Life. Break ups l. Ethan. The tragedy of you trying to play soccer once and tripping over your own foot.” I laughed. “Okay, that was tragic.” We sat there for a minute, watching the other guys pass the ball and yell over each other. Then Noah asked, “You doing okay, though?” It wasn’t a joke this time. I let out a long breath. “I don’t know. The house feels empty. Everything feels... floaty.” “Floaty?” “Yeah, like I’m here but not all the way. Like I’m just filling space.” He nodded, like he got it.

My fingers tightened around my phone, my jaw clenched, and I took a deep breath, willing myself not to crumble under the weight of it all. But no matter how hard I tried to convince myself that I didn’t care, that their words meant nothing, I could feel the cracks forming, the doubt creeping in. As I walked through the mall, my gaze lingering on the advertisements that no longer bore my face, I felt an emptiness settling in my chestba hollow ache that I couldn’t ignore. For the first time, I felt as if I were truly alone, as if I were fading into the background, no longer the star of my own story.

I suddenly felt empty and my will to fight or even just talk vanished completely. …

He lifts the one, greying brow. "I was thinking about Levi. My head was spinning with anxiety and I just felt so, so lonely and empty. I felt like all my joy was just spilling out of my body." I describe, realizing just how true my words are. I really do feel just so absolutely tired and...depressed? Like something is missing from my soul. I hate how I know exactly who it is.

She yells, and I take a step back, casting my eyes skyward. "Tell me if this sounds familiar." I say, and she stares at me. "You feel fulfilled, you have everything you want, your life is complete, and you've, to Philosophers dismay, have found the meaning of life, but there's a void, an emptyness. Occasionally, you feel like you live a very empty life. You feel empty, sad, depressed for no reason. You have people around you but still feel undoubtedly lonely. If I hit your chest, will I hear it echo?."

The pain is almost too much to bear. I feel lost, alone and empty. The emptiness that had been gnawing at me for days had now intensified. I had never felt so lost and hopeless in my life. All I want is to find my mate and be complete again, but it seems like that was just a pipe dream.

How to convey the self-doubt and weariness that had taken over me tonight. In the end, I realized I couldn't. I didn't want Carson to think that I couldn't handle my responsibilities as a DJ. Even though those responsibilities seemed daunting at the moment. “Do you ever feel alone?” I asked instead. “Not lonely, no everyone's felt that. I'm talking alone. Like no matter how many people you surround yourself with or how hard you try to hide from it there's this bone-crushing emptiness that just . . . hurts.” Carson was silent.

You never have experience what it is like to have exciting news but have no one to tell it to , or feel sad and have no one there to comfort you. For the rest of you who are like me , I am proud of you! I know that sometimes you feel empty – you want to speak to someone , you want someone to care enough to reach out but you just wait by your phone for a text but never get it. You make it seem like you like being alone , and maybe you do , but at the back of your mind and heart you wish that someone would unexpectedly enter your life , choose you and keep choosing you. It is a daily battle that we face , you guys are strong – I am super proud of you!

Inside me, I have always felt empty. At first, after the death of my family, there was just pure grief. After years the grief eased and slowly by slowly it disappeared leaving me with an emptiness I have been struggling to fill since then. Now more than ever, I feel so alone. I am the talk of every party and gathering of my fellow psychiatrists. I try so hard to act like it doesn't bother me but it does. I feel like some of them think I am a killer or know who the killer is.

And now that I find myself alone, I feel lost, afloat in a vast sea, when I don’t see nothing on the horizon. But suddenly, like always happens when I'm on the edge, looking at the precipice one step away from me… I feel empty, with a hole in my chest that pulls my emotions like a damn black hole, making my nerves go numb. The eyes dry up — the throat dries up. Yeah… I really need to drink something right now.