I Feel So Alone And Empty Novels & Stories

Maybe it doesn't hurt now because he's drunk, but tomorrow, the pain in his face and the hangover will end him. Brent hasn't stopped holding my hand for a second, which I appreciate. I don't feel good being here, there are a lot of people, a lot of drunk people who have put on their weight in alcohol. I don't want to be alone with all these people unknown to me. "Do you want something to drink?" Brent asks, close to my ear so I can hear it. "I don't drink alcohol yet" I answer, raising my voice a little so that he can hear me through the sound of music.

Afraid that needing someone made me weak. Now I’m starting to realize that pushing her away made me weaker than anything else ever could. I glance at the shattered phone on the floor. At the journal. At the empty bed. And for the first time in years, I feel completely and utterly alone.

I whispered in a broken voice: "I was a fool…" I lost my world, my life, and everything that belonged to me. I sat on the floor, hugging my knees to my chest, and felt a huge emptiness inside me. As if I had lost everything all at once. "I am… alone." "And lost." "I don’t know… what to do…"

And somehow… it felt emptier than ever. By the time I got back to my apartment, the evening sun was slipping behind the buildings, casting long shadows across my room. I dropped my bag on the floor and sank onto my bed, exhaustion pulling at every muscle. Finals were brutal, but it wasn’t just the exams—my heart felt heavy, raw, and hollow. I checked my phone again, even though I knew there wouldn’t be anything. No messages. No missed calls. Nothing. The silence was deafening. I hugged my knees, trying to hold myself together, but the emptiness lingered like a weight pressing down.

I've been gone from California for nearly 48 hours and now I'm just here, all alone. Does anyone know what its like to feel completely alone? Even around people you have known for years but know that they don’t give a damn about what’s going on inside. That even when you feel you’re at your best you can’t seem to do anything right. Everything you do just doesn’t work out. You try your hardest and still fail. And no one is there to pick back up the broken pieces. Loneliness is a horrible thing. It’s a cold feeling. No one should ever have to feel lonely. It consumes you slowly shaking you.

Just keep going, Tate. It just feels so odd without Liam by my side. I feel like half a person. I feel lost. Miserable and totally alone. Physically I feel sick, my stomach clenches and unclenches. It’s such a definite pain cursing through my body. I feel breathless. Like someone has punched me in the stomach. I wish here was with me know, only I know he’s going to be with her. With Jennie. I want to cry but put my shoulders back instead and walk into the vast entrance hall.

A home so empty. The song kept playing on repeat in my head. So I found it on spotify and played it again on the drive home. For the first time in years, I didn’t feel so alone, I felt both seen and heard. Other than Teigan no one else saw or heard me, no one else cared.

I needed to get myself together so that I could show it more often. "So enough about your husband; how are you doing?" she asked after we had placed our orders with the chipper waitress. "How are you feeling?" That was a good question, I thought, realizing that I wasn't even certain of that anymore. "I'm a mess," I confessed, and I gratefully accepted the strawberry shake that seemed to magically appear in front of me. "I'm trying to move on, but I still feel, I don't know, empty, if that makes sense. Hollow. Like there's a hole in the center of me, and it just won't close. I can't seem to fill it, and I can't really ignore it either."

I'm not sure why, but it hurts like hell that he has such an impact on me. It's as if there's nothing there. A gloomy emptiness. A never-ending dark void that eats everything, leaving you with no sensations. Empty. Nothing can quell the emptiness of your hollow spirit, which lurks in the shadows, away from any other human life because it can't stand to pretend that everything is well.

Together. And now, all we have left is this: guilt and emptiness. And in this emptiness, I drown. A little more each day. And I know that no one will come to save me. End