Disinterested. Phlegmatic. Listless. Apathetic. Feeling with the mind, but not with the heart. Even jumping out of a plane didn't bring a great rush of adrenaline or excitement or fear. And I don't quite know what to make of that.
"And I want to feel passion, I want to feel pain, I want to weep at the sound of your name. Come make me laugh, come make me cry, just make me feel alive."
This pessimism is overbearing even to me. I have thoughts I would lend you, though none of them uplifting.
ReplyDeleteWell damn. If it's too much even for you, I must be totally fucked. But by all means, share your thoughts, I'd like to hear them.
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