Lying here at 2am, eyes swelling just enough to let out the occasional tear. I have work in the morning knowing the sleep deprivation that’s coming. I don’t want to be here. I’ve lost the ability to even feel sad anymore, I just feel nothing,   Apathy to life. The flame is gone. I’ve begun to have a real hatred for people, they’re illogical, rude and self-serving. What’s the point of even trying anymore when they’re all the same. I want to be detached, disconnected, forgotten, live peacefully In my ideal world away from others who hold such sway over my emotions. I wish it wasn’t the case and I could be the stoic man, guilt free of action and consequence. Instead, I lay here ready to do it all over again and again and again.