They ask you what's wrong and you say "nothing" because nothing truly horrible is wrong in your life. You try and remind yourself that people have it so much worse—that you're lucky with what you've got.
But there's a disconnect; with yourself, with everything, with everyone. Nothing seems the same. It's like your lost but you're not, because you're still here—you know you're still here but just not in the same way.
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