Surviving on Your Own

Apathetic Me

I'm finding myself more silent than ever these days. I've always been a quiet person, but now I just don't really want to talk. Ever. Catherine's worried, but she's also the only one who's noticed. I can't seem to find the will to care, or soothe her nerves. Seeing the pain of my silence causes her makes me want to recede further into myself. When did I become so apathetic?

I spend most of my time in my trailer, if I'm not working. I do what I can. I help set up, and take down the circus. I feed the lions. I do my bit for the audience. But in my free time I lay in bed, like now. With the TV on, but muted. I don't want to hear it, just see it.

Quatre's on again. He looks good. Out of all my former comrades, I miss him the most. It's kinda funny. Apathetic me, missing the most empathetic person from our group. I wonder about them sometimes. I'm sure they're fine though.

It's dusk now, time to get dressed and ready for my performance. Whoopdee-fucking-doo.