stopped short, mid-breath

apathy took over somehow

can't fathom the why of simple feelings

I feel dead, I think...

it's alright

don't think I'm suited for life anyway

it never sat right in me

I never used it

don't know love, hate... disgust

if there's no love then what's the point

I... I don't know...

inside.. it's telling me to lie down

on the floor... on my back

to stare at the ceiling for hours

a better use of my wasted time

don't remember

how does breaking feel

I hink I'm almost, kinda, sorta falling down