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I think I have given up on life. No. I don't mean I am going to kill myself. I mean, I have stopped living. I am not growing, I am not learning, I have accomplished everything I wanted to accomplish in my life already. There isn't anything left for me to do or to see. I am not interacting with anybody except my co-workers. I have nothing to look forward to, nor do I have anyone to make plans with. I am losing my emotions. I am not loving, I am not caring, I am not hating. I am not happy, I am not sad. I am not angry, I am not content. I just am.

I am getting cold, even with these stupid hot temperatures outside. I am getting hard and stubborn, unwilling to accommodate others and make them feel welcomed, loved, accepted.

I am a instrument of my company that pays me. Nothing more, nothing less.

I am fine with this too. Some part of me is too tired to change my ways and continue growing. I am okay with being stagnant and just surviving. I am okay with just coming home to an empty house and waiting for morning to rise the next day, then going back to work. I am okay with just being a cog, a robot, a tool. I am okay with not having friends or experiences with those friends. I am okay with not touching other people's lives.

All I have left to do is to see how long I can last, and by not doing anything, I think it may be a while....

Until next time readers.