the mirrors are wrong again to day, i can't look at him.

makes brushing my teeth interesting.

i've grown. or shrunk. i feel out of place in my own body. awkward limbs. was the room always this big? i should go to bed, and sleep if i can. that or stare into space some more, until it all makes sense ( Read more... )

i feel like i'm barely here. whether i'm feeling good or bad, makes little difference to this sense that i'm not affecting things. i might as well be a robot. or dead. can't sleep properly at night, watching every hour gone, get up, come back, until a fitful doze befalls me. then i wake up and everything feels wrong, it happened yesterday, so ( Read more... )