Novel & Cerita Unfeeling

Ashley sighed, inexplicably feeling a little empty in her heart. The matter was resolved exceptionally smoothly. The teacher didn't notice anything wrong, and her parents didn't know about it. Therefore, Ashley didn't receive too many lessons. But it seemed to have brought her endless sequelae. She began to think of the same person over and over again. Something with sourness and a hint of sweetness was budding. Ashley felt this feeling was very inexplicable and at a loss. She didn't dare to tell anyone about it, she felt a little ashamed, and she seemed to have grown up overnight, with her own secrets that she couldn't tell anyone.

But this one felt I don't know. Different. *****

For one impossible moment Humanity felt each other Not thoughts. Not memories. Feelings A grieving mother in Tokyo suddenly felt comfort she couldn’t explain. A lonely teenager crying alone in Lagos felt warmth in their chest for the first time in months. A tired father working late at night in New York suddenly stopped feeling invisible. Across villages. Across cities. Across countries and stars People felt less alone Not controlled. Not consumed. Connected Theodore stares upward speechlessly “…Did we just emotionally hug the entire universe?”

Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to have no feelings at all? No happiness, no sadness, no evilness, nothing. Just like trees. They don't feel anything at all, and they are okay with it because they never experienced anything emotional. Any ways, they don't have an option. But we do. So what happens when you are numb and there is nothing left at all?

“I don’t feel anything, you’re right. I don’t know why or how to make it stop. I’m sorry. I hate being like this.” “Do you feel anything?” Bryan asks, his tone becomes softer. I shrug, “Only frustration.” Bryan looks at me curiously, so I continue. “I don’t feel excitement about our wedding, I don’t feel sympathy for the pack, I don’t feel happy, I’m not even sad about my family. The only thing I feel is frustration at the fact that I don’t feel. I want to feel. I want to cry, I want to smile, I want to laugh but I can’t, and it drives me insane. It might be better if I left.”

one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteeen seventeen eighteen nineteen twenty ... Lila held no sympathy for the man, playing tough guy in front of her, tired of all the emotions that she was being forced to watch, each and every feeling of each and every person on show in front of her. She felt nothing inside. Again.

I was not feeling anything. I was numb.

It feels like concrete drying in my chest. This heartbreak was unexpected, as they always are - top of the world one minute and cut down the next. There is no love in this world, only people using other people. They are in denial if they think otherwise, or perhaps in their mental weakness, they cannot accept other people or even themselves for what they are.

It’s like my brain, which used to be in control of my body, now takes orders from my heart and has now completely shut down. I can stay like this forever and not feel a thing. I can rot into my bed and decay and still not feel anything. And I am not even trying to anyway. Feeling something means pain. It means vulnerability. It means I can be used, be bent to the will of anyone–be manipulated. Feeling something means I can easily be hurt again.