I think I figured it out.
I feel nothing. If I'm not left pining for some unrequited love, writhing internally in anger, or drowning in my own bottomless pools of depression and sorrow...then I have nothing to feel.
Its like I'm a passenger in my own head, watching as my body goes through its daily machinations. Things that should make me happy just make me feel hollow inside. The things I used to care about no longer have any appeal.
I feel nothing.
I feel nothing. If I'm not left pining for some unrequited love, writhing internally in anger, or drowning in my own bottomless pools of depression and sorrow...then I have nothing to feel.
Its like I'm a passenger in my own head, watching as my body goes through its daily machinations. Things that should make me happy just make me feel hollow inside. The things I used to care about no longer have any appeal.
I feel nothing.