sylvestris lybica
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So I started a busier schedule again. Semester started, decided to add the gym and therapy to my schedule, trying to sign up to volunteer on the weekends.
While I was walking from place to place, doing this and that, I realized that I had this stupid smile on my face the whole time. I was not happy, I was not amused, I was just smiling despite myself.
I just didn't give a ****. And so I smiled.
And it's just been that empty feeling, like I'm drunk and high on Novocaine or something, all day long. I've got the stupid smile at work, the stupid smile when I'm sitting in class supposed to be paying attention, the stupid smile when my mom is venting a serious concern to me and I just don't care about her and I have to hide my face in the pillow or I will burst out laughing.
Maybe it'll stick around, maybe it's a good thing. I don't feel lonely right now, nor do I feel worried or afraid. I feel nothing at all and it is the best, most meaningless moment of my life in five years. I could go another fifty years just floating like this, and I wonder if this is how all those other miserable people get by.
This is a longass post and I'm sure no one cares or knows what I'm talking about. But a switch went off in my brain this week and I wish I could properly describe it.
While I was walking from place to place, doing this and that, I realized that I had this stupid smile on my face the whole time. I was not happy, I was not amused, I was just smiling despite myself.
I just didn't give a ****. And so I smiled.
And it's just been that empty feeling, like I'm drunk and high on Novocaine or something, all day long. I've got the stupid smile at work, the stupid smile when I'm sitting in class supposed to be paying attention, the stupid smile when my mom is venting a serious concern to me and I just don't care about her and I have to hide my face in the pillow or I will burst out laughing.
Maybe it'll stick around, maybe it's a good thing. I don't feel lonely right now, nor do I feel worried or afraid. I feel nothing at all and it is the best, most meaningless moment of my life in five years. I could go another fifty years just floating like this, and I wonder if this is how all those other miserable people get by.
This is a longass post and I'm sure no one cares or knows what I'm talking about. But a switch went off in my brain this week and I wish I could properly describe it.