My head is spinning.
My stomach is empty, but I don't feel like eating suddenly anymore. I don't feel like doing anything anymore. I don't feel like caring. I don't feel like like wanting to love you anymore. I don't feel anything. I wish I could understand what you meant, so I at least had a piece of mind. So at least I understand why you said what you said. So I could rest. I don't understand, and I wish I didn't care. But I do care, and I always will.