Spectres and apparitions....
I feel like a ghost.
Nothing is fun anymore. I walk around, almost dead on my feet. I eat, I sleep, I visit the bathroom every once in a while, but I'm nothing but a ghost. A pale, barely visible shadow of the human being I used to be. Each moment takes an agonizingly long time to pass. Each hour without someone to distract me drags on more slowly than cold molasses. The pills aren't working yet. I wonder if I'll ever get better.
I wonder if there'll be a tomorrow.
Nothing is fun anymore. I walk around, almost dead on my feet. I eat, I sleep, I visit the bathroom every once in a while, but I'm nothing but a ghost. A pale, barely visible shadow of the human being I used to be. Each moment takes an agonizingly long time to pass. Each hour without someone to distract me drags on more slowly than cold molasses. The pills aren't working yet. I wonder if I'll ever get better.
I wonder if there'll be a tomorrow.