I feel nothing. How can I be so numb on such a historic day? The old me would be inspired, would be moved, and feel hope. This me is broken and defeated and empty. I hate this person I have become. I don't deserve to live. I have nothing to offer. I am invisible. I don't matter. I am done fighting, lying to myself, pretending, deceiving myself, enduring the pain. I will not find myself staring into these dead eyes again and wonder why I am still here. I will stop asking such foolish questions. I will stop.