I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but I just don’t love any of you any more. I say that I do, and sometimes I feel an echo inside of the feeling that used to be signified by those words. But I don’t love you any more. I go through the motions, and I say the right bits of dialogue. But inside I’m empty and lonely and tired.
The road stretching ahead is more of the same emptiness. There’s no place I want to travel to, nothing I want to do, no one I want to see. I’m tired of movies, tired of books, tired of the […]