I have grown cold. Emotion is useless, people are dead to me.
I want nothing, yet no choice but to continue? For any other option would be wrong; in the eyes of people.

Such is life, the cold silince within is the only truth. The rest is a sham..

But i am fine, curious to see the next attempts at making purpose in life when nothing really matters

what a strange sensation... to not care completely

i feel nothing at all, besides pain when initiated. which only confirms my wakefulness and eliminates suspicion of dream states

i enjoy the quiet of solitude, people make me sick... in search of my isolation, my true companion; solutide