I really didn't want to get out of bed today. Hell, I didn't even want to open my eyes today! I knew the moment I did, I'd have to face the day and all its spoiled spoils. But guess what? I did.

I feel strange. I didn't wake up feeling like shit or even remotely depressed. I felt really odd. It confused me even more. I was feeling as if I didn't give a damn anymore. Like I've had one too many disappointments and bad times to even care. Even though it felt better than waking up all depressed, I know feeling like this is a bad thing. It is as if I'm taking my first steps over to the Dark Side of The Force or something.

Am I starting to become heartless?