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[floatingleaf]

Life goes on. I work, eat and sleep like a normal person.:)) Sometimes I'm not even that bad at ignoring the dull pain inside. But I feel empty and detached, like I was looking at the world from inside a glass box. There are only these brief moments when tears come all of a sudden... especially when I'm driving to work or back, listening to one of THOSE songs (like Evanescence's "Bring Me To Life", Linda Perry's "Knock Me Out" or TATU's "Ya soshla s uma"...). But I'm not suicidal enough as yet to have a crying fit while I'm driving, so I collect myself as fast as I can. And that's it. No rivers soaking nightly into my pillow. Just this dull resignation and indifference to all that's happening around me. Almost like waiting for something - or someone - to "wake me up inside" again...