Our hell is a good life.

I feel at peace, in a melancholic way.
There's been so much emotional turmoil, this is such a nice change. It's good to be removed from everything and feel somewhat blank. Both of you confuse me now. Three of you, actually. I don't like feeling like someone has me figured out, that is irritating.

But even as I type that, I don't really feel it.
Just blank. Blank, blank, blank.