I Feel So Alone And Empty Novels & Stories

How can someone be so heartless? "I am always alone." My voice carries no emotion, just like all the emotions have died inside me. I feel hollow as if all the pain and sorrow have drained out of me, leaving me empty. I was... I am... And I will always be alone. Maybe this is what Moon Goddess has written in my fate... to be alone and unwanted. A strange look appears on his face, but it goes away in a blink of an eye. "My wolf was restless. He wants to hold you." He closes the distance between us and wraps his arms around me.

My feelings were all over the place, and I didn’t know how to deal with any of it. After breakfast, Meredith had to leave for work, and I was left alone. The room felt extra quiet without her loud voice filling the space. I didn’t mind being alone most times, but today it just made me feel…empty. Rhys was still away on his trip, so I couldn’t even talk to him.

Years of waiting gone in a few words. I had never felt so alone.

I need to believe him. ​Right now, I’m just sitting on my bed. My body feels like it has completely lost the ability to move, heavy and anchored to the mattress by an invisible weight. It’s like time itself has slowed down to a painful crawl, stretching every second into an eternity. I can’t even describe this emotion. It’s not just sadness; it’s a terrifying numbness that hollows you out from the inside. I don’t know what to do with myself. I feel so incredibly alone.

Alina´s POV My house seems emptier than before. The silence is almost deafening, filling every corner with an invisible weight. I'm overcome by a feeling of loneliness that even I don't recognize. I've always lived alone and never had a problem with it, but now... now it feels like I need to be close to someone. Maybe it's everything that's happened in the last few days. My emotions have been a wreck. My chest is heavy, my mind oscillates between confused thoughts, and I can't even tell if that's good or bad, I feel an almost insane tingling and warmth throughout my body.

He’s listening too closely. “I thought married couples were supposed to have more sex than single people,” I continue, heat rising in my chest. “I thought we’d want each other all the time. Everywhere.” I shake my head. “The house. The office. The car. Even knowing there are staff around.” I stop, swallowing. “But instead,” I say quietly, “it’s empty. It’s boring. And it’s lonely.” The word hangs there. Lonely. “I’m married,” I add, my voice cracking just slightly. “And I’ve never felt more alone in my life.”

I let out a harsh sigh and looked at him again. “Now, if you’re asking me how I feel, my answer is no—I’m not fine. I feel… really empty. I don’t feel anything except this weight I carry. I’m fucking… empty, Melody. It’s scary…” I almost whispered to myself, then I left her there.

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