I miss me. The old me from long ago. I felt alive and vibrant back then, as though I could take on the world single-handedly. Now I'm just a shadow, a faint whisper of who I once was. I don't know who I am, nor why I'm here. I exist in loneliness each and every day, praying that God will soon take me away. This isn't living, only a waste of time, a mockery of the life I'd hoped to have. My soul is tired, my thoughts twisted; in someone's life I once existed. I mattered once, but not anymore. I'm hollow all the way down to my core. ...