I'm so fucking tired of myself. It all started with regretting quitting ballet. I feel so goddammn pathetic for quitting all my hobbies. Now what am I? Who am I? There's nothing that makes me me anymore. I feel like an empty wreck with nothing to say, nothing to announce. It's like my soul is dead. And I can't tell anyone! I don't want to tell anyone. I don't want people to know how terrible I feel about myself, about everything. I can't even cry. No tears fall. I wonder if it's because I'm empty or because I'm just making things up. What if I'm a hypocrite, a joke? My life feels so meaningless and everything that should be important isn't anymore. I don't want to study, I don't want to sing. I don't even want to SING. Singing used to fill me with so much joy. The only thing it gives me now is expectations and more pain. I've become a Black Swan without wings to fly.