I’ve given up on emotions because it hurts too much. I don’t feel happy or sad, angry or guilty. I feel nothing as I stagger through my day-to-day tasks. Yet when I lie down at night and consider that I have to keep doing this for possibly 60-80 more years, I can’t stop crying. The only emotion I have yet to dispel is despair. I only feel the empty yawning pit that is the rest of my life that I have to live. I have so much more life I have to give before I can die, I don’t think I can take it.