Rome was not built in a day. (Neither is death)
I'm truly sick and tired of living. I can't feel anything anymore. I think as I numbed my overwhelming emotions, I lost myself. Empty. A blackhole of nothing. I honestly don't mind if I die right now. Give me pain so I can feel again. No attachments, no feelings. Other than physical pain which makes me feel a tiny bit alive, I think I am entirely dead inside. What is living, if you don't taste anything in your mouth, you don't feel any emotions, nothing can make you happy nor sad anymore. You start faking your laugh because it is "funny", you start to cry but no tears are falling because it is "sad". I thought being sad or down was the worst but I guess this has no competition. They say sleep deficiency can kill you. Sleeping late suddenly felt like the steps to silently, gradually, secretly kill myself. What's the point in living, when there's only the physical body left, but the soul, mind and spirit have died and disappeared? The