Lord, this is nothing. I don't know what to say, you're not real, but what I believe in, I don't know what to call you. I wish I were sad, and alone, and happy and filled with a range of emotions so pungent the smell of them could make me taste my essence. And I wish for so much and here I am the luckiest girl in the world and I can't feel a thing. I'm so numb, but the thing is, there's nothing under the surface. I am a bottomless pit fill with nothings. Nothings. I wish to hate something to love something to do something with my life to observe beauty and actually care about it, do you know what I mean? No of course you don't, you're not real.