Nothing is really important to me anymore, and I hate just about everything...or actually, I don't really feel anything for anyone or anything anymore. I guess my version of hatred now is closer to apathy. I'm all ghost-like to myself now. It's a nice feeling, kind of. It seems that no one interests me, entertains me, or cares about me any longer...and I really could not care less. Well, maybe a tiny bit. If I was ever as truly apathetic as I seem to think, I wouldn't even bother to write this down. I really don't know why I am writing it anyway. I don't expect to get anything from this by writing it or having someone respond anymore. I expect "ok" or "that sucks." I really don't see why I ever expected anyone to care in the least anyway. I guess maybe I'd like someone to give something to me that I seem to lack. Maybe I should start writing letters to Christians. They can pretend to care and shove Jesus on me, and that would be a momentary, empty relief from the nothingness. I'm seriously going to start sleeping more, in an unconscious and conscious sense. I have lapsed into a completely "unproductive" period, and I intend to wallow in it to the best of my ability. And with that, I think I'll go wallow in some other completely pointless way