Shit I use to cry, but it would feel nice. I’d feel something you know. And go huddle in my bed with my warm blanket. But even when I look at nostalgic things and listen to that warm music, I can’t. Am I now fully dead inside? I’m not even on meds. My memories are seeming to fade. I’m feeling like a hollow from dark souls. The world is distorted, and my reality is disconnected. Just why