I don't feel real. I feel like... like I'm stuck inside of me. But I'm not me. I'm someone completely different stuck inside of my body and my body is just a shell. My eyes are fake and I'm looking through my fake eyes from the inside with my real eyes. I can't feel anything. Nothing is real. I can't see anything but blurs- is that really what time it is? I could've sworn it was earlier last time I checked, I thought I checked it five minutes ago? Where is the time going? Where am I going? I don't remember writing that or saying that or thinking that? Where am I? Who am I? Is this a dream? I can't feel a thing. I feel dizzy. I'm always so dizzy maybe I should go to sleep. Sleep doesn't help, what's the difference between sleep and reality? What if reality is a dream? I'm so scared. Someone wake me up, I need to feel something, anything. I'm too fucking numb. I'm scared. Who am I? I'm not here. I'm not here. I'm fading into the walls. The walls are bleeding around me and absorbing me. I'm dissolving into the air. I'm not really here. Mom? Did you say something? Sorry I haven't done any homework. I don't know where the time has gone.
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Letter To My Past Self
Non-FictionThese are several short stories about my life. There are several triggers such as rape and PTSD.
