I Feel So Alone And Empty Novels & Stories

Both were my fault. "And how do I do that? I've never felt this way before." The confession wanted to stick to my teeth and never leave my mouth. But I kept going. "I feel like my mind is snapping, I feel so empty. I don't have anything to fall back on, I don't have a mate, my family is gone! So how am I supposed to be in the right state of mind!" I snapped at the man in front of me. But he was cooly unphased.

I gave her an empty laugh with a strange emptiness filling my heart and she looked away and left me alone in my miserable thoughts and stings. ....Only if we know how our small mistake of loving someone can destroy our future...

So I stayed quiet and did what I’m good at. I might not be good with comforting words and advice, but I’m good at staying still and listening. MADISON’S POV I feel so empty. I feel like there’s nothing left in me. I can’t feel myself. I feel something that is so hard to explain. Am I sad? Angry? Frustrated? Lonely? My heart is so empty but it hurts. It feels like a part of me died. No, wait. My child died. And he’s a part of me that I shouldn’t have lost.

But despite this success, I felt an emptiness inside and had no one to share my life with. That evening, I had tried to shake off the loneliness in the shower, my fingers slipping between my thighs and circling my clits, seeking release that was never quite satisfying. That lonely feeling hung around like sticky, heavy air. So, I decided to order room service on impulse, hoping for something delicious to help fill the void.

No one is coming to save me. I'm alone. I've always been alone. And I always will be. The thought should make me cry more, but I'm all out of tears. So I just lie there in the dark, hurting and empty, and wait for morning to come. Because morning always comes. And with it, another day in hell.

“My life is fine on paper. Good job at the marketing firm. Nice enough apartment. Friends who think I have it together. But most nights I feel like I’m drowning and nobody notices because I’m really good at smiling.” I waited for the usual priest stuff, some Bible verse or gentle advice. Instead he stayed quiet for a moment. “That sounds exhausting,” he said finally. His voice was gentle but real. “Carrying all that alone.” “Yeah.” I let out a shaky breath. “It is. I keep thinking if I just work harder or smile bigger, the empty feeling will go away. But it doesn’t. It just gets louder at night.”

I think they don't have any plans yet of having a kid. Me? I don't have any plans on getting married. I am not interested to any boys in school. I can't imagine myself happily married to a guy. I don't even know what I like with a guy. This emptiness I feel inside, I don't think anyone, even me, can make it go away. Am I really that numb? Sometimes, I ask myself is there someone out there who can save me? Darkness. I feel like it is always following me and will devour me anytime. The feeling of emptiness, fear, doubt and despair will I be able to overcome this?

I turn towards Liam's side, half-expecting to find him there, a mere figment of my imagination. But the emptiness prevails, and the hollow ache in my chest deepens. In the dimness, the room feels like a cocoon of solitude, and a sinking realization settles within me... I am alone. The moonlight casts eerie shadows across the floor, and the flickering candle flames seem to dance with a melancholic tune.

The stars twinkled overhead, a myriad of distant lights suspended in the darkness, but their brilliance did little to pierce the veil of emptiness that enveloped me. I wasn't sad, not in the conventional sense at least, but neither was I happy. Instead, I was consumed by a profound sense of emptiness, a void that seemed to stretch on endlessly within the depths of my soul. It was a feeling that defied explanation, a gnawing sense of disconnection from the world around me.

The silence amplified the weight of my solitude, reminding me of the absence of the ones I had loved and lost. My heart ached for the guidance and comfort of my late mother, her absence leaving a void that seemed impossible to fill. "Sapphire," I whispered, my voice laced with a tinge of sadness. "I feel so alone. It's like I have no one to turn to, no one who truly understands."