Apathy.

I can't ever genuinely keep a conversation.

No tears, I just drift away and let my eyes roll into my head. The other guy talks for me.

My friends cry on my shoulder, or into my ear at 6 in the morning.

My feelings are bare.

The cutest thing, my hamster; Porkchop.

I find him stiff, and my emotions copy.

When things get bad for me,

I turn myself off. Let the other guy deal with things.

Helps me relax.

I sometimes feel the words come out of my mouth, but don't know what I'm saying.

I don't even fear death.