Do you ever feel like you're soul is split? Like somewhere somehow you're soul got torn in two, and you're just half a person? And because you're soul is only half you feel lost?

I feel lost. I feel like I have half a soul. And it's not because I'm missing someone in my life. It's not because of some stupid myth that someone you love can fill an empty space, because that's simply not true. They may make it feel less painful, but they don't fill up the empty divide.

Forever on a hunt, on a search for my lost self, I am always looking for a place, a scent, a scene, a look, a smell. Something to help me remember. It would be like going into a room, where you know there is a light, flicking on the switch...and waiting. Waiting for the light to come on and find what you're looking for. And then feeling sick and disgusted with yourself because you realize...maybe you're light...is dead. Maybe you're light won't flick on, and you'll be left in that dark room, always waiting.

It's like that. Everyday. Only worse. Think you're life sucks?