I don't like it.
I hate how I can't feel how I'm supposed to. I remember there used to be more meaning to every day when I was younger. But now it's just boring, to put it simply.
It just feels off, in a way. I can't describe it.
I have these thoughts, or lack thereof, where I get a moment alone for once and just... not feel anything at all about what happened that day. I'm sure any other person might dwell on the day, think about what they could've done better, and forget about it.
Well, I do, too. But it's so dull. I'm not even disappointed when something goes wrong. Used to it? I don't think I should get used to peer pressure/harrasment. Not gonna detail that much.
I think I should feel something. Feel without relying on other people, I mean.
Because, and I'm saying this again, I am a lively person with friends (faked, to clarify), I can seem uncomfortable, I can be passionate. But I don't know if I really feel it. Maybe a little, but really it's dulled to the point of nothingness. Distant, as if watching someone else feel.
I don't even draw or write for fun anymore. I doubt myself when I do.
Because who cares. Most don't even notice me.