Funny how hard it hits, sometimes. Mood swings. Passion. Pain. Anger. Rage. And then it all goes away, fades into the numbing blankness where even blind fury would be SOMETHING, anything, just as long as it stopped the downward drop.

You've been there, haven't you? The moment when you know perfectly well that if someone killed you, you wouldn't mind.

When if the world just STOPPED... you might not even notice.

It's not fun.

It's certainly not pleasant.

And it's where I am right now. I'm debating going to Slash's for a while. Thinking about going out with Caleb to grab a movie at the store. Considering food. Wondering if I should beat the kitten, lock him in the cage, or just forget he exists for a few days.

I don't care.

I've gotten to that point where I JUST DON'T CARE. And I want it to stop. Suggestions, anyone?