this is hopelessly reminiscent of Fahrenheit 451.

Something's wrong in my life, i'm missing something.

I'm missing something, like how Montag knew he was missing something in Fahrenheit 451.

I don't know what it is, but there's this emptiness feeling, that that that...

something's off.

i'm not happy.

it's not...

i'm not...

...

i don't know anything anymore.