Entry: Empty Monday, January 12, 2015

Some days, all I feel is emptiness.

I want him to hold me. Tell me he's going to work on it. Tell me how.

I want to see more than defeat in his eyes. Where is the determination? Where is the desire to fix it? I am scared and vulnerable, and I hide it because all I see is defeat. One of us has to be strong.

...But I'm not strong. A hollow shell is delicate. A parapet with no defenders is as defenseless as a summer meadow. I am all walled in, but there's nothing left inside.

I need something to fill me up.

I'm breaking.


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