Blahnd

I can't feel anything.  That is what you feel while listening to electronica after depression.  Blahnd (yes, that is a purposeful mispelling).  If anyone were to walk into this room right now I would have nothing to say, except for the boring facts and complaints about the day.  I don't want that to be what my life is about.  I don't want to have nothing to say.  Yet lately that's all I've got.