I reconnected with my ex who makes me happy, or, well, should make me happy. We drifted because she stole a car from her parents. And no matter the fact that I finally have something in that life that gave me happiness and I know should give me happiness. I still feel so unbelievably empty. Like no matter what I do to fill the void. It is going to constantly be there. It is my birth right I guess. My mom was a depressed b**** and my dad was too sometimes. I guess I’m just now growing into it and finally realizing, I’m never gonna fill that void and I’m just gonna always be an empty sack of s***.
