I rarely feel anything, emotional or physical. Reading is what let's me know I'm still alive, I still have a heart with emotions that are in synch with the emotions of the stories I read. Reading about all the gory details, the pain, loss, hatred, disgust, fear, rage all break me down till I have nothing left but an aching hole where my heart should be. Not only do these emotions destroy me, they heal me. To the point where I'm stronger than before, and have the strength for all things life has to throw at me." 
                                                                        ~The Thoughts Of Someone Bordering On The Line Of Insanity.