04/27/2009

I’ve been trying to determine how I feel, and all I can come up with is “fine.”

As I’ve been idly considering throwing myself off a parking structure, I’d have to say that I am not “fine.”

I don’t feel anything, just this hollow emptiness.  Or maybe I just don’t know the word.

It’s not fine.  People who are fine don’t carve into themselves.  People who are fine don’t consider the height of every building they walk by.

I am not fine.

But I still don’t know what this is.