It was all a dream

I'm finding myself feeling like the past was just a long fever dream. I kind of feel detached from it.. like I was someone outside looking in the whole time. I don't want to say that none of it mattered, because some of it did, but now that everything has changed so drastically, I just feel like it was a whole different lifetime. I can't even honestly tell myself that I'm sad that it is over. I just feel nothing about it most of the time. Maybe this is a strange form of depression?

Maybe because when I was a child, I only had myself most of the time, so I'm inherently used to the solitude. I like it. I don't know where I'm going with this. I just wanted to spew it.

Back to watching Moonlight Mystique.