on auto-pilot

when days go so stupidly wrong it becomes so surreal that you have absolutely no idea what to do/think/feel.
its like you become dead.

nothing seems to help.
nothing is funny/interesting/amusing enough to take your mind off things even just a little bit.
and youre not even really thinking about anything, really.
you just go around like a zombie, talk to people without any real meaning, laugh with people without any real feeling.
youre on auto-pilot.

just want to go out and lie somewhere on the grass under the moonlight and sleep with the original quietness.