I find that I am irreparably damaged. I'm not sure what I've become, but I am sure of how I got here. It was a slow and steady decline. One that I saw coming but ignored. When you feel you've lost everything, there's nothing left to care about, including yourself. And when that's gone. Well.
There is nothing left then, is there?
My state of mind, my state of being, has made me cold to the touch of others. cold to the world. Betrayal has a way of doing that to a person. Or maybe I was just flawed all along, and betrayal just the catalyst.
I'm flawed, I know. It's strange, this feeling. Strange because it's almost comforting. Almost a weight off. I can stop trying so hard, and just be me.