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I feel empty, not sad, not anger, nothing. I can't bring myself to do things I used to enjoy like writing. It used to be my coping mechanism and a way to fill the hole inside my but I can't even do that no matter how hard I try. Lately, I've been having pretty bad depressive episodes and I've been wishing for death more and more. I hate that I feel this way but it's the only way I feel lately. The worst thing is I can't talk to anyone about it, they won't understand. I don't feel like living. Besides, what do I live for?