Have you ever waltzed the halls of an old, abandoned building that you have faint memories of? Have you ever been an active participant of a forum and had those message boards replaced by a newer, better version of them, whilst the old forums are archived and forgotten about (though you can still post and make new threads, but it's terminally brain dead) and re-visited it and had a strong emotion of depression and loneliness that is also accompanied by a sense of reverence and solemn, deep comforting nostalgia, and a complete immersion where nothing else matters? I cannot express in words how I loathe, despise, and love this feeling so sincerely. It makes me want to end my life, but drains every bit of motivation I could possibly have to do it straight from my spirit, wrapping me in a cocoon of bitterness and sadness that cradles me and lulls me in a softly rocking rickety boat gently floating through the murky water of la vita. Is there a name for this feeling? I would very much like to know the name of this lover who so mysteriously visits me and gently kisses my soul, sucking bits of life from it that deposits itself in an empty void, never to be found again.