Instead of posting something today (which I realize is way over due), I read my close friend's blog this morning, and she took the words right out of my head in so many ways. It's funny how, thousands of miles apart...we're experiencing exactly the same thing. In our head. And we can't get out. Do we ever get out? More importantly, do we want to get out? It's weird to stop feeling, to almost feel as if you can't feel anymore, that it might even be physically impossible to ever feel again. Is this what it means to be an adult? If it does, I don't want to be one anymore. I agree wth my friend, I want the feelings back.
Read her here: http://velumptuous.blogspot.com/