I'm not even aware about how I feel anymore; I don't get angry about things I should and usually would get angry about; I don't get sad (at least I think I don't); I don't feel happy; I don't feel anything. I think I've just removed myself from being. There is too much to handle and I've just complete detached and I don't feel real or substantial, and I feel no consequence will come of my actions. All I'm doing now is going through the motions of being a real-life person, hoping no one will notice, or hoping someone will notice... Honestly, though, there is no time for me to have another break down, not in the next week, not in the next months. It's a marathon, and I cannot stop now, because if I stop I might figure out how tired I really am and never be able to start again.