<p><br></p><p><br></p><p> In a quiet alone space, there is a void hoping and waiting for it to be filled, but it is not π. One moment you're thinking whether, huh, finally it's gonna be filled up; suddenly it goes back to being void, and the emptiness lingers around in your heart π. There is a feeling that goes, and you begin thinking about various questions in your head, joining different dots together to explain why and how you're feeling so π€·ββοΈ. You begin to question reality: why it's been unfair to you, why aren't your dots connecting properly, why do you have to always go through this phase? π€ It makes you feel really uncomfortable, like a bone choking you in your neck, finding it hard to swallow; and yes, if you finally swallow it, it enters your stomach, and there is this pain that comes with it in your stomach π€’. When you think about it, your stomach begins experiencing that pinching and uncomfortable pain π€. The funniest thing about this kind of pain is that there is just no one to share it with; no one will ever understand it π. It's just you, left with your thoughts, feelings, and pain π. Sometimes it gets so hurtful that you cry, and you even get tired of crying; it's really hurting, but you're tired of crying, you just don't know what to do, and you are left alone in a thick, dark forest of your feelings π. It's just gonna be left to you; take your time, carefully heal on your own, and carefully crawl out of the thick, dark forest aloneβsometimes it may take hours, sometimes days, and sometimes months, even years too β°. This pain is β¦......</p>