You'd think this would be soul destroying
But it isn't.
I keep waiting for the inevitable wave of emotion to throw me down, but I don't think it's coming. Instead I have this warm happy feeling. What the hell? Anyways, I'll try not to worry about it, I mean, I'm sure I'll be unhappy soon...er...because I should be, right? It's expected, needed; a process to be gone through slowly...er...or something?