Don't you love this feeling?
Exactly. Being empty. . . so refreshing.
None of those. . . . ugh, annoying, pesky, feelings.
Maybe now, that he's hurt you, we can be empty again, and not just numb, for the time being.
Admit it, say it, empty. You want to be empty.
Do I want to be empty?
Why not want to be empty? No hurting, not like this.
No happiness, no anything, no bliss.
Shh, now, you fool. Don't be so. . . hopeful.
I'm not hopeful.
Oh please. It is your downfall. You can't help but hope, a little, you pathetic little child.
I am no child. I do not hope, it is against me. Hope is falling, it's fleeting.
This I know, I know. But your lesson is never learned, you hopeful little soul.
To break you entirely. . . . Mmm. Now that, is our new goal.