when I was 19 I slammed my car into a tree at full speed. wasn't an accident or anything. wasn't even a deliberate suicide attempt, or at least not really. just felt like slamming my car into a tree. just shake things up I guess. I've never really cared if I lived or died either way and I was so overwhelmed with boredom when I saw a really big tree while I was driving and just decided fuck it, let's see what happens. emerged from the crumpled vehicle just as numb and apathetic as I was when I pushed the pedal down and left the car right where I crashed it. No major injuries. not even a fracture. maybe it's a miracle, maybe it's a coincidence, idk. I'm 27 now and still as hollow and empty as ever. still don't have a car though. Kinda starting to think I'll never feel anything ever again.