CHAPTER SEVEN: His Kept Girl
♡ Ari's P. O. V♡
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I've lived most of my life trying to fill a gaping void but no matter what I've tried to feed it, it remains, hungry, incessantly begging to be filled. The concept that emptiness is an illusion constructed as a response to the lack of a fulfilling purpose is not true at all. How does one even feel fulfillment when they're dead inside? I walk through life constantly taunted by the insignificance of my existence. I just exist and I fear I'll never figure out why. Sometimes I believe I exist just to maintain my existence, that there is no greater reason or pre- determined destiny and maybe that is why most days I am just too tired to keep it going."
I wrapped up my journal entry and kept my thoughts safe and locked away in a safe
