I wanted to feel pain, but none came outright. It wasn't like anything I had experienced before. It was the feeling you get when your soda glass is empty and you know no more is coming. It's being devoid of emotions, including complacency, boredom, and doubt. The truth, which told me things the little pessimism inside my head had been telling me for weeks, was non-descript. Truth is brilliant and gorgeous if it speaks to something inside you, but when it erases everything but itself, it has no quality. You simply don't exist anymore within any parameters except that statement--it applies to you, who are the whole world. I couldn't even tell you where I was when I knew it, because my brain registers nothing else for that moment. I screamed inside for some emotion to bubble up, rid me of the hole. But no simple entreaty negated; an absolute took me over, and within it I was lost. I was erased.