/lit/ - Literature

I feel an emptiness inside me I never have before in my life. I thought I understood what the feeling of loneliness was but that past 2 months have shown me how I really don't understand the feelings inside me. I long for someone I can hold and to be held by. I sleep with a second pillow held close to my chest, even if the feeling only subsides enough to let me sleep its enough. With the quarantine the my only social interaction with my mates is through a blue screen with at 2 am. I picked up drawing, learning a language, and at this point attempting to write romance. No matter how cringe it is, I persist with it cause even if only for a moment I get a warm feeling in my chest. I watch the sun set every day hoping tomorrow the emptiness will just die and I can get on with my shitty life. But tomorrow the sun sets again. God fucking damn it I just want this to end. If I died and this is hell then the devil is great at his job.