I used to feel like I had a hole inside me, a physical emptiness, a void that needed filling somehow but the more I tried to fill it, the bigger it got until the hole was me and everything I did was fuel for it.
I'm not crazy.
People will always find vices to make them feel alive. People might take drugs, go to parties, sleep around, drive dangerously, gamble or binge eat. Lots of people are empty inside.
But then something happened to me and I wasn't empty inside anymore and I didn't have to make a conscious decision to "give up" or "change" because it just happened.
If more people had someone to care about and someone that cared about them, maybe there wouldn't be so many empty people in the world.
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