Honestly,
Everyday I wake up, I die a little knowing that it's not Nov.11
My drive for school and my social life has diminished. I would commit suicide, but no one would care, and so as an act of rebellion I will spare myself.
We are nothing but tiny specks of nothing in this universe. Do you really think we matter? Why are we even here?
I have gotten to the point where I am not even depressed. Knowing how little I matter has led to care not even about myself.
Tomorrow morning I will look at my calender, see that it is not Nov. 11, and not feel pain. I will feel nothingness, and in it's own disturbing way, that is worse than pain.
I walk arm and arm with my family, but I no longer feel the sensation of their touch.
That's all gonna be fixed when Skyrim comes out though so yeah I'm excited