I'd like to feel something, please.
May I have a plate of happiness to start, extra sentiment on the side?
And after that, perhaps a steaming mug of anger, completed with some frothing frustration to top it off.
And for dessert, well, I suppose I don't really get to choose; a cold bowl of depression will end the meal..and back to numb, I'll be.
Until it starts all over again.