Purple, When I feel like that, I know theres part of me trying to get my attention. Part of me is crying for me to notice her. That part of me has tried for so many yrs to get me to notice her, listen to her. I put pen to paper and say "hello you, I'm sorry i've not been there for you, would you like to tell me something"...this part is trying to let go, but until shes been understood she can't. Its not the screen that is reflecting back emptyness, its the loneliness of the one inside.