Ba-Pah!

How does one describe the joy of emptiness? How to put into words and phrases the unparalleled freedom beholden to the apathetic? Surely there is a way but it is beyond me.

Another day, another "Cure". Sometimes I wish they would just medicate me like normal people.

Happiness, sadness, all gone. Emptied out by a prescription or a fix. Emotions spirited away to far-off corners of an uncaring world.

I'm not unhappy, I'm just... I just am. Again. This is familiar territory. The cliche is almost unbearable but I really am just a caricature of the American Teen. Maybe I'm not the stupid American envisioned by denizens of the outside world, but I fit, jigsaw like, into the framework laid down by disinterested Hollywood directors and manipulative writers.

I am Donnie Darko/ Igby/ The Lisbon's (lost son)/ Susanna Kayson('s alter ego)/ Jason Dean/ Harry Goldfarb/ etc. etc. ad nauseum. But boring. Very, Very Boring.

What happens when you can no longer distinguish misery from everyday life? Adolescence.