This is how I feel now. Empty… without dreams, without hope, without ambition, without passion. I don’t feel like talking to anyone, I can’t stand to see myself, I want to have many people around me, but when I meet them, I only smile and I look through them. I don’t feel like doing anything, I don’t have ambition to finish the things I started. I want to do only things that hurt or destroy me and I cannot explain this to myself.