I’m scared I’m becoming dead inside. I read something upsetting in the news and instead of getting angry today…I just sighed and moved on thinking about a story I wanted to write.  

I might be in the starting stages of ‘dead inside’ syndrome, and the last vestiges of emotion might be flaming out inside of me as I write this.  I don’t like it at all. 

I think I feel more for fictional stories than I do real life. 

That’s not creepy at all. *read that in a sarcastic tone please* 

Anyone else?