The day of my graduation from high school into the Real World. Quite an important day from what everyone else made out of it. But I can't summon myself to care. I don't know why; I just see this day as any other day, lived from the morning to night, how I take every day. Maybe I am in a sort of shock (I graduated?). Perhaps. But ever since I told my mother I no longer believed in god, crushing what was left of her fragile reality, I have felt simply numb. I have very little passion for anything anymore. The only thing I had passion for was my church. Well, that's over. I used to think about everything, now I don't really care. But I don't think I like this new 'me'. I only hope that I open up some in college. I think I will, away from my parents.