Sometimes I wonder. If there is anything left. In me. People has left me, things has disappeared. I just feel like I don't even know if I care. I just feel very blasé about my life. It don't matter what happens, if it's good or bad, because it is the same. Just ways of killing time. And I feel nothing. I am actually sadder over the fact that I feel so little than I am over the actual pains I feel. At least tonight. Tonight the world could blossom or burn and it would make no difference. It would just be more opportunities or inconveniences.
Never mind. Time to sleep.
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