Exhausted.

So yesterday I rode roller coasters and various other rides meant to induce some sort of thrill. It didn't do much for me. Perhaps it's just not my cup of tea, but it makes me wonder whether or not my lack of emotional reaction towards things is chemical or not.

Perhaps I just want something to be wrong with me and there really isn't.

Either way, shouldn't I feel sad that Z broke up with me? I mean, I guess not. I never loved him or anything. Or even really liked him.

I kind of just wish I had something to occupy my time so I don't have to think so much, it's quite exhausting.