That's how I feel. Or that's how I don't feel. There's this level of either numbness or self protectiveness, I don't know which. I truly feel sorrow and empathy when hearing of friends' sickness - I truly feel it when my close friends are going through rough times. But still..there's a level of something missing in between. How can I not care, but just so much - just to a point? I don't know - it's just that something died in me when Joe died. Maybe this is just a phase of where I'm at. I don't know. I sure as hell feel my own feelings pretty well. Can anyone interprete this? Because I'm struggling.
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