Over the past few years, I have cared less and less about what happens to me. One thing that always remained constant however was my homework. I never did my homework until the last minute(it was the only way I felt I had something to do), but I always worried on the rare occasion I didn't finish it in time, or knew I did something wrong. Last night, I spent about 7 hours on my history midterm. On the guideline, it just said "write an essay", so I assumed we could write until we answered all of the questions, and made our point. The paper I wrote was one of the best I ever typed up, everyhtiong was answered correctly, and I even compressed it into 5 pages to make it easier to grade. I went into class today, and after turning it in, found out it was supposed to be 10-12 pages. I didn't care at all, and still don't. I'm worried that I don't care, this should be a huge deal, this paper determines if I pass or fail, and because of the length, Ive already failed. I keep thinking about it, but I don't feel anything for it. With that feeling of failure gone, there isn't anything left I care about. Is this a natural part of suicide? Or is it just another factor in causing it?