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Lost All Emotions!

"I am the guy that takes everything to his heart, and believes that out of all the evil in the world, I trust that there is some kind of good. I don't know why. I am constantly wondering why I am this person. I am not saying I am perfect by any means at all. I have my dark moments. There are times when I just want to hit someone, but I never do it. Something recently happened to me that pretty much freaked me out. I did something that I couldn't help. I couldn't stop it at all. It was as if I wasn't myself. Now I feel like I have changed forever from it. The thing I did was I built up this story, this sort of a pain inside my heart, and whenever something comes into my life that I feel is a threat to my life. This pain covers my heart, and I close up on people. Well this happened on Father's Day. The pain came over me, and I didn't want to talk about it. I closed up inside. I didn't want to talk to anyone, not even my father. I hid myself away. I didn't want to get hurt. So it happened, and I feel horrible about it. Well the truth is for some reason I don't feel anything. I have no feeling. I am just blah. I am normal with no reaction. I know I did something wrong. I feel like Dexter. Which is impossible! Maybe you've felt this way before. Maybe it's just for the last couple of days. I don't know really. I have a million questions, and I am still confused about my life."

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