I don't know how it happened, but my questions were answered.
And I mean they were truly answered. As I was sitting and reveling back into forbidden thoughts, I began to pray to God, begging for answers, and there they were. Just as I was beginning to cry, once again. The answers just came to my head and I really didn't need to cry anymore.
I guess I'm over it. I'm really over it and I really mean it this time.
And I feel empty inside.
And I don't know if I'm happy or sad.
All I know is I feel empty and there is nothing I can do about it. There's nothing inside of me and I guess there really is nothing other than getting over it. I guess I truly am over it.

I feel empty inside.