I remeber my theapist said, " you just need a good cry". I didn't tell her that all my tears are gone. I walk around as if I were dead, but on a life support machine. Sometimes I may cut my self to see if I feel. Nope don't fell a thing. Just watch the blood as it runs down my arm, and drips to the floor. Making a nice red poodle. Sometimes take some of the blood and run it thru my fingers. I guess I don't really want to die, I have enough pills to kill an elephant. I won't be sad if I had heart attack or a semi traving south down I-75 doing 105, hit me like a love bug. I don't try to meet people, I just stay safe in my bedroom. No broken hearts in there, just me and my four walls. Even my stardul reflex is dead, you can goose me no jumb no flinch, nothing. The machincal parts of me work, but my soul must be in a grave some where. I just can't find it. Does any one know where my soul is? Maybe tomorrow I will walk down another Ave., one can dream! Greg