Emptiness

I feel empty, I feel like something's missing; much like Amy Pond did on her wedding day. I know there's something I'm forgetting, something I should be doing but I don't know what it is. I think, and I think and regardless of the fact that thinking is taking me nowhere, it's the only way I know how. But then I feel, I let that emptiness have full granted access to my heart, and it doesn't take long to understand just what exactly is missing. There's a sense of accomplishment that isn't there, there's an undeniable desire to end it all, and end it good, a lack of appreciation for all things given, a lack of love or empathy, existence of sorrow or pain for things I never really felt connected to. There's the lack of a solid personality that won't wobble with my complicated feelings, a solid ground for me to step on. There's something missing, and I still don't know what it is.