I do nothing.
I feel nothing.
And I say nothing.
Just hoping it will resolve itself.
I despise this nothing.
It's unravelling my life one microcosm at a time.
And I'm going to lose him.
I'm going to lose me.
If I ever was anything anyway.
And I wish for nothing.
Nothing to bother about.
Nothing to be pestered with.
Nothing to change.
Nothing to feel.
Nothing to be.
He won't let me be.