I wonder how much of my 'self' is left, I purposefully sculpted myself into what I am, cut away the pain, chased away my weakness, beat out my flaws... And now all that's left is emptiness. I feel like I'm more of what I wanted to be, but that it's all meaningless as my ability to feel anything is gone. If I try and feel anything at all it just ends up souring and causing me pain. Maybe this IS life, maybe before I just felt too much... I guess if I'd never felt everything I did I'd be happy, if this was all I knew. I don't want to keep complaining so I'll just shut my stupid fat mouth now.