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Lately, everything’s been flat and one dimensional. That’s why I haven’t been writing anything much. Nothing spectacular. Nothing grand. Nothing worth a few hundred kilobyte of space in the world wide web. Everyday has been the same.

But that’s okay because life has its own monotonous cycles. What scares me is how I feel.. or the lack of feeling, that is.

I’ve been flat and one dimensional. I’m not angry, or depressed, or happy, or anxious. I wake up everyday and I’m just not feeling it, whatever that ‘it’ that a normal person is supposed to feel. I do my physiological duties to my self, but emotionally, there has been a great disconnect. 

I am static. And I am here like I’m not here. Do you even get what that means? 

I want to start feeling things again. I want to be angry at someone. I want to feel disappointment. I want to cry over loneliness. I want to jump out of extreme contentment. I want to laugh until I figuratively die.

Anything. Just anything but this consummate nothingness.