Hm. Sometimes you just, uhm, lay back in bed and thing about how fucked up you really are, and there’s always the same thing that pops up in your head. A while back you we’re someone else, and now, you can’t even feel anything, it’s so rare to be touched  or moved by anyone, or anything to be honest. You just sit on a bench on the street and you see a bird in the sky that is being moved by the current of the air as the storm is about to begin. You wonder so many times while people come to you with all their problems and you can’t feel shit, you just can’t, and you imagine someone else in your place and you try to think from his perspective and try to mimic the gestures and the feelings that you’re supposed to have at that moment. You think back and see how life fucked you up time at a time, slowly but sure, and in the end, what are you supposed to do, you just sit there and watch, you don’t feel anything, it’s so awkward. Even though you’re fine whatever happens, it just bumbs you out, it goes throught your head, is this how you’re supposed to be, like an object, you don’t feel anything, you just observe. Is that how you’re supposed to live your life ?