I'm doing good, I'm feeling good but the sad thing is it's only because I'm keeping myself alone and away from others so I don't get hurt. Maybe it's not a sad thing. People make me sad but they don't know and they can't know. I know it feels good even if I can't feel anything. I hate myself. I hate this person inside me thinking these things and not feeling anything. It's sad to be me. Poor me, I pity you, but only I can pity you.