You haven't cried in a long while, and you don't know if you want to. It seems like you're drifting away, slipping from humanity. It's so easy to be selfish, so easy to snap at people and scoff at them for being so predictable, so mechanical. It's so easy to make them feel inferior, and weak, and so stupidly fickle. But when they mechanically and predictably cry and love and laugh, you don't know anymore. Are they really the ones to be pitied? Are their petty feelings and emotions really so despicably /human/?
You haven't been hurt in a long while, but you haven't felt loved in a long while either. You love to deny all these things because y