So everyones happy, people are getting married, people are seeing the world and my friends have left without me.
And everyone's ambitious and people are making wishes and they're coming true for you and you and you're revelling in riches.
But I'm empty and I'm angry and I'm alone and I am ugly. I feel nothing except nothingness and I'm afraid I feel it daily.
There is no city that could contain this, no town that could tame this, no house or home that I could know that could attempt to assuage this.

This is a lack of love. This is detachment. This is having a black hole at your core.
This is the future being taken out of your hands.

There is nothing worth trying for, anymore.
Where can you escape when what you hate is inside you?