Im sick of all that people. They're saying that they understand me. They say that they know how I feel. They're just talking, they don't know how it is to feel like me. Sometimes it's so hard to hold all this tears back. Actually I wish I could cry, at some point all my emotions are gone. I don't feel anything. No happieness, no anger and no sadness. It's like the Human part in me is just gone. Maybe it's a protect mechanism so I don't get suicidal. I don't know. I feel like I'm something,but not a living person. Like a thing, that's not really alife and not really dead. The worsest part at feeling nothing is, if I go more down there is nothing. Than will the sadness come back, but nothing else and I have to hold back all this tears. I should be scared that I feel nothing and slowly drifting deeper in it to the never ending sadness. But I'm not. I don't know why I'm writing this. I wanted to write something but never got inspiration, so I wrote this. Maybe I am going to delete this later.

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