I feel alone.

I think this is truly the way I was meant to be.

I agree, the power of my feelings for other people seems to have been damaged at some point.

I don't have feelings enough to change my life for any one person. It hurts to admit it.

(I could never be a christian, I couldn't love Christ enough for him to save me, no matter what he sacrificed.) (mentioning Christ is pretentious!) (Christ christ christ christ)

I remember a time when I was helpless before my emotions. I could be manipulated through them, even when I knew I was being manipulated.

I used to think the solution was not to trust anyone. This wasn't the case, as I came to trust completely and it was okay, no fear there.

I have emotions, but they seem to be low-intensity versions of a normal person's, such that I can make judgements independantly of their sway if I need to.

I see it as sort of a middle ground between throwing away my own interests to pursue someone (1995) and throwing away every interest at all (1997). It's painful now, because I still have sympathy. By my next birthday I hope to be colder than the glass these words appear on. Thanks, JTHM.