9pm
i keep finding myself realizing im never living in the moment. I havent fallen into complete derealization in a while but the haze never really went away. sometimes im closer to my self more than others but most days im still drifting away.
Im scared.
Im still so. jarringly alone. I vent to an audience of zero on an app no one uses anymore. My 'friends' think everything i say isnt real. My 'friends' arent people i can ever be vulnerable enough with. I dont know anymore.
i just need a hug i think.
