It doesn't feel bad because I don't feel at all. It comes as Quietly as the sun setting. It makes no sound. It makes no indication that it will happen. It just does. It's hard to use words to explain what "It" is. You ever realize how small all of us are in the universe? How insignificant we are? Or how about how none of our actions will effect anything in the future? I do. I think about it so much that I lost motivation for everything. It feels terrible but at the same time I don't feel it. "It" is the lose of feeling. The disconnection to the world. The inability to relate to anyone or sympathize with anything anymore. It should feel bad but I don't feel. Why. Why can't I feel? I can still smile. I can still laugh but I know it's not true. I know I am just lying to keep up an act. But why? Why am I acting? To who am I acting for?
