At first, I hated the feeling of emptiness. I hated not feeling anything yet feeling every possible emotion at the same time. I felt caught and I didn't like it at all. It was so unfamiliar, I just didn't know what to do with it. But as time went on, I began to realize that, despite the unfamiliarness of it, it somehow felt more comfortable to be in that emotional state than other past one I had been in. It felt like home. Although the feeling of emptiness did comfort my aching soul in some twisted, masochistic way, it did not mask the pain or stop the suffering. It simply made me hurt in a different way. A way far less painful, yet far more detrimental. A way which became addicting. And little did I know, that over time, the pain would soon fade away and become nothing more than a mere scratch below the surface as the emptiness would soon be accompanied by an everlasting numbness. These two together, unknowingly at first, made a fatal duo.