(early February)
I feel calloused. Removed. Inhuman. I live in a community; I am not a part of it. I have “friends” but I do not entirely care for the,. They are there to fill a hole, willingly, but should they chose to leave, I feel no urgency to stop them. I’ve dealt with death, but I do not feel moved. Music, the arts, stories, encounters; NOTHING moves me! Nothing AFFECTS me! I find myself more afraid of the fact that I have no fear fo anything but my own death. I’m afraid that Christianity, which I embraced as a child and yet find myself at odds with now, is the truth. I feel that if it is true -
O G-d. What have I done?
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