Emotions

The feelings that I got from life were something that I used to explain to people, but now I am just full of logic. You can die and reborn into something that is not something you used to be. A monster, beast, or something greater. Now I am not saying that I died or anything of the like, but since I left my dad's house it is getting harder and harder to tell if I actually feel anything. It is not about caring about the pointless things, it is about everything. I am a blank whiteboard without any permanent markers to leave things up for a long time. Those things my emotions just get erased after I write them down and I do not feel the need to wonder if I should care that it was erased. All the weakness and gains I used to have are gone. I killed a bug in the shower yesterday. Now that would probable not strike anybody as odd, but a year ago I would have got out the shower and left the bug to do its' business, but I killed it and did not flinch. I guess the person that never really molded me into something tried to shape me and happened to take apart the things that made me something human. Now I feel I can never truly be that person anymore.