Here's more of the "fictional" character, Lily.

Emptiness

Lily felt nothing; empty. She entered the classroom with an even pace and took her usual seat by the window. She stared out the window at the campus covered in snow and the few people shivering as they hastily made their way to the warmth. Lily felt no such warmth. She just wanted to get through yet another day, and she couldn’t care much for anything else. As her professor began the lecture, Lily turned her gaze toward the front of the class, but allowed her eyes to glaze over.

As the class ended, Lily picked up her bag and left. She had an hour before her next class. She decided to spend it writing; one of the few things that brought her joy. Perhaps…perhaps it was the only thing.

Lily sat down in the library chair, scooting it forward, and got out her laptop. She began writing, and slowly found the numbness retreating. She soon found her eyes watering, a few tears rolling down her cheeks. Lily often ended up writing herself. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy creating characters—she did that too—she just felt more deeply connected to her writing when it was about her. Sometimes she simply used similar themes that she felt, and other times she would essentially write about her own life. She needed both.

Btw Lily's stories can be either an extreme of what I'm feeling, or what I have felt in the past but not currently. Or they are about what I'm feeling now. And sometimes they are fictional.

- Lily the totally-not-Lily