Indifference

It did not come out as it was supposed to be. A lot of pent up anger and frustration took the better of me. I was reactive. I did not respond well to the stimulus. Or rather, was that the right response to the stimulus? I guess I will never know. I did feel bad for a while. Then the bad feeling turned into melancholy and finally into a horrible hollow feeling at the pit of my stomach. Well, that was a few hours ago. Now I am sort of feelingless. And that is bad. I heard somewhere that it is better to feel anger than to feel nothing at all. To be indifferent is to be neither here nor there. It means that I have stopped caring. It means that I have stopped living.