I don’t know what hurts more, you moving on or my inability to.

Resistance. You don’t even realize you’re restraining yourself until one day you wake up and haven’t had an emotional connection in you don’t know how long. You associate *** with repetitive motion. You thought you knew who you were and you thought you were this passionate being. You look in the mirror and hate what you see so you avoid mirrors altogether. You want to cry but that’s the worst part. You can’t even shed a tear. "What a terrible thing to have to feel things so deeply". What an even worse thing to feel nothing at all.

You may have disconnected yourself but the thing is,
this shell of a person is who you are now,
and you can't even bring yourself to care.