I think I might be going back into my numb state where I just pass through life. It's a state that I thought was happiness or at least not depression when I was in high school. I've since learned otherwise. I'm at work and the tiniest mistake keeps making me think about going home and sleeping forever. Not necessarily dying, just going to sleep for a very VERY VERY long time...but since I can't do that, I think about the next best thing. I don't know. I just feel weird. I know that makes no sense. I rarely make sense. I can't even begin to count the number of times people have misconstrued every word coming out of my mouth. I don't belong to society or humanity. I swear I'm like a different species and I've just resigned my self to it. I hate resignation.