So the past two days have been somewhat… lack luster. Emotionless to be precise. I don’t feel bad (which is good); I don’t exactly feel anything at all (which is, er, not so good).
I have this nagging suspicion that I could be given tragic news that should devastate me and it wouldn’t affect me at all. I’m an unfeeling zombie. Empty.
I listen to music, and watch and think about things that used to make me feel and… zilch. The tears flow, but it’s just muscle memory. They aren’t real; I don’t even feel real.
I don’t know what this is. I don’t feel depressed (as I’m used to feeling it), but I don’t feel like myself either. I’m definitely not hypomanic. Is this my normal? Should I be content with this? Is this stability? If so… it fucking sucks!