M reminds me of missed opportunities, of not having enough courage to steal a kiss, and of the eternal recrimination that comes thereof.

I kind of wonder, though, if the reason that I don't give a damn is simply medication-mediated, or if I'm really just losing it.

Whatever the case, it certainly can't be healthy.

Still, I guess I'll ride this feeling of numbness out as long as I can.

At least it beats feeling depressed.