Emptiness

In hindsight, this was a bit of foreshadowing back on February 7:

Right this second, I feel empty inside, like there's a large hole in my mid-section, right underneath my skin - LITERALLY, a hole. I'm sitting here, confused, unsure if I want to fill that hole with food, sex, or love. Or movies, my emotional stuffing of choice. When I want to feel love, I turn to movies because I can feel the characters' feelings, which I guess explains why love stories have always been my favorite. This hole is why I can't bear to be bored for a single second - sit still long enough, and I can feel the emptiness.