I'm losing my poison as of late. I don't feel as vindictive as I have before, which should be a good thing, but it's not being replaced by anything. I feel like I should be happy from this, but whenever I look at something that'll make the me from 6 months ago recoil in disgust I simply feel nothing.
That emptiness is scaring me, man. I'm neither getting happier nor sadder. It's just... a blank slate.