I will stop shutting myself out. I hope.

Because it's hard for me to experience the emotions of others without becoming physically ill, I started shutting down my own emotions slowly. With each one I shut out, it became easier to handle the emotions of others.

Fear. Hurt. Joy. Anger. Happiness. Love. Sadness. Hate. Excitement.

One by one I have shut these out until the only thing I feel anymore is frustration. On Sunday we did our first full run of the show. Was I excited? No. Should I have been? Hells yeah, it's the show: We've moved from learning it to cleaning it.

I am still convinced that I am becoming a cold bastard, but I do not know for certain.

Random hugs are nice.