Sometimes I forget what it's like not to be numb.
I drift in a sea of nothing, captured by things that I cannot have, as it has claimed me instead. Emptiness, and I am not entirely sure that is a bad thing. I wonder if I'm worth the time of.. anyone. At times I feel as if it would be better if I was alone, because then no one else would be harmed by me, there would be no responsibility for others to help me.
Sometimes I forget why I started to be numb.