Good luck is a completely foreign subject.
Each time, I'm becoming a little less disappointed. I feel like with each person I can detach within a matter of minutes. I'm stuck between whether that's a good thing or a bad thing.
Everything on my mind is impartial. It never can simply be good or bad. It is what it is. The lack of emotion in my life is exhausting.
But don't worry, it has all been said before. Every annoyance followed with bland words. I fully believe I am losing my voice.
Thank you.
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