Stops on the way of Life

We all live and try to do our best, to achieve great things, to make our life the best, to share it with special people, to leave something after we are gone. And we travel on a train. The train stops often here and there. People get on, and others get off. It is a constant turn over. Some would stay for the rest of the trip, others will be on only for a stop. It hurts to let someone go. No matter how long they have been on the way. It hurts. Sometimes more, othertimes less, and there are times like it feels like nothing happened. It is a fact of life. We live though it. Trying to remember only the good things. We are asked, what happened, and the only answer left is, Things just did not work out. All is experience... Good or bad, but it is an experience.
I feel nothing... Maybe because it was short, maybe because I knew it would end this way, maybe because I am used to it by now. It feels so empty. It does not happen like that... Me, the most emotional person, not feeling anything... It scares me, because it is not the only time. I just don;t feel it anymore. There are so few things/people I care about.... Almost none. I try to run in my mind everyone who is close to me, and ..... do not know.... Even if I do care about them, I would not fight to keep them around, I would just let go. Everyone used to tell me I need to chill.relax/go with the flow/let it go. Well, I did it. And now what? I do not live anymore. I exist. Mere existance. I'm not interested in anything right now, not even sex... It comes to my mind, sex is overrated anyways...
I think I need to open the old phonebooks, and contact people from the past. And try to keep the ones who have some meaning, and let the rest go. Because at the end, it is only me.

And life goes on. Goodnight.