Of Being Stoic.

After that hopelessness and despair that I felt last week, all I feel right now is... NOTHING.

I don't feel any happiness that I've finally finished my thesis.
I don't feel any panic because I have a paper due this Thursday and I haven't started on anything.
I don't feel any pity because my friend was depressed.
I don't feel any anxiety because one of my panelists on my defense is Dr. Paolo Bolaños, a notorious panelist who eats the philo students alive.
I don't feel any giddyness when someone suddenly sent me a message. (And that's a good thing.)
I just don't feel anything at all.

I know I should feel really bad... But I don't. I'm just tired. Tired of feeling. All I want to do is sleep and sleep.