You know the way chicken turns out dry when you fry it too long, it still tastes like chicken, still looks like chicken, but somehow less? Well thats how I seem to be right now. I’m still me, whatever that means, but everything seems less. It all feels dull, emotions are supposed to be sharp, cutting through logic mercilessly. But recently all the things that used to almost overwhelm me are now puny. Things aren’t as funny as they used to be, what used to make me happy as a kid on Christmas falls far short of making me ecstatic. Even things that used to hurt no longer do, which might not seem so bad to most people, they’ve been reduced to minor disappointments. Whatever is happening to me seems to be the exact opposite of what’s happening to my emo-drowned peers.

I understand that a lot of people feel this way, that this is a natural illness brought on by being around certain things for too long, but I never thought this would ever happen to. On the bright side though feeling like I’m underwater has made me seem like a decent human being to certain people. Which just makes me wonder what the average description of “decent” is.