There’s no viable reason for my emotion.
It just is.
I have stories, I’ve seen and done bad terrible horrible things. But does that make my emotions relevant? Does them stories give an understanding to why I feel so insignificant, alone and isolated?
I could be placed in a room of 20 people I personally know, and for a reason I don’t think I ever will understand, I feel asif im stood in the depths of a jungle in the middle of the night, with nothing but my, blank dark mind.