The hardest feeling

The hardest feeling in the world is being blank. It's like being a canvas, ready for some kind of color, begging for anything to just be there, so that you can go one way or the other. The thing is though, that colors that are chosen, the hand that guides them, determine utterly the mood of the piece.

Right now, I don't know what to feel. I guess I feel hurt, but that's not it. I just feel... somehow hollowed out because I wonder now. I wonder and question and doubt myself.

sigh. I'm going to get some sleep before I work myself into an emotion of some sort, none of which I think could be positive right now.