I feel empty inside. I am a shell. I have nothing to offer. I am hopelessly terrible at everything I do. I have nothing inside me but deep shame and hatred. The only two things I feel are debilitating shame and maddening hatred. I hide behind a facade of sophistication, fake smiles, hollow conversations, and a semblance of sanity. But inside I am nothing. I am rotting away from the inside. I want to forget my past, and not face my future. Every moment feels like breathing in shards of glass. My legs feel like paper. My brain is broken. My blood burns. My heart is cold. The emptiness, the frustration, the despair, the dread, the loneliness, it all hurts so fucking much. I wish I was in a better place. I wish the stuff I did was effective and fulfilling. I wish I was something more.