There is clarity in loneliness. To feel nothing is to know everything, to love no one is to see everyone for who they really are.
I’m not invincible. I’m only human. But you know that. Obviously.
In fact…you always knew that.
Even before I did.
Happiness, love, empathy. Emotions that are as simplistic as they are uninteresting. And so easy to fake. And people…so easily manipulated. All you have to do is appeal to whatever mask they are wearing; and everyone wears a mask, no exceptions. Hiding your real feelings makes everything easier.
I built a thick suit of armor around me to protect myself. To avoid feeling hurt or betrayed or sentimental, to avoid being weak. But my armor is too thick. Now I can’t feel anything anymore.