The End of All Things
I feel like I'm losing my humanity, like I'm being consumed by some sort of apathetic disease that's eating away my sense of connectiveness with the human race.
I feel like all of my emotions are simply manufactured and unatural, like I'm making them up just because I should.
I feel like I'll never be able to form the words "I Love You" to a person and mean them.
I feel like I should've been with someone, but wasn't, simply because they were nothing to me...just like everyone else.
Most of all, I don't feel...anything.
I want to so bad. If I were talking to myself, I would kick my own ass and shake me until I cried. I wish someone needed me. Like, someone seriously wanted me around like before. This is so frustrating and angering; though, I suppose anger is an emotion...do I feel it, or am I making that up anymore. I'm just a little confused.
I feel like all of my emotions are simply manufactured and unatural, like I'm making them up just because I should.
I feel like I'll never be able to form the words "I Love You" to a person and mean them.
I feel like I should've been with someone, but wasn't, simply because they were nothing to me...just like everyone else.
Most of all, I don't feel...anything.
I want to so bad. If I were talking to myself, I would kick my own ass and shake me until I cried. I wish someone needed me. Like, someone seriously wanted me around like before. This is so frustrating and angering; though, I suppose anger is an emotion...do I feel it, or am I making that up anymore. I'm just a little confused.