Dead
Sometimes you just feel dead. I feel dead, or at least as dead as a person who's never been dead can feel. I don't know what dead feels like, but this is as good as it gets. Dead to me is emotionless. I am emotionless. I can look at the people around me, and not care one bit. The sad part is that's the only thing that saddens me.
I can sit here, at the computer, aimlessly typing, even though I know that at least one of the six people I'm close to is crying. I could probably name the one or ones that are crying too. Yet, I still sit here. I don't try to call them and tell them what they mean to me. I don't call them and tell them, "Hey, everything will be alright." I don't try because I don't care.
I know what I do care about though. I care about the fact that my mother is in the kitchen, and my stomach is grumbling. That saddens me too. When I eat, there's a 50% chance that the food I consume will not stay in my body long. It's a shame to spend time to do something,......
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