It's worrying. When I realised I in fact don't want to die. I just don't want to keep living. Subtle but very important difference I think.
I feel crushed, but at the same time, I feel nothing. I've cut contact with everyone this last few days irl. Surprise surprise, no one has noticed.
I've never felt so empty, so alone. I feel like a ghost in this world where I don't have a place, purpose or a reason for being.
I've lost the desire to partake in this game called life. I don't see a future. There is no fairytale happy ending. The world and time is passing by me without seeming to take note.