My parrot died almost six months ago. I think my love for the world died with him. I can't find even an ounce of the patience or the gentleness I had before, I find joy in almost nothing, and I just don't care anymore. Not about my stuff or my other pets or my family or my girlfriend. I can't give people any joy or excitement about anything. He was the only one I expected would still be by my side in 20 years and he was a month his first birthday. I got my job just to get him. He was why I went to work and cleaned and ate and lived. Nearly every thing I've loved in my life has died or fallen apart, and I just can't bring myself to love them anymore. I feel like the walking dead.
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