Has anyone else felt like they were a doll? You just look down at your hand and felt like someone else was making you move and talk and act a certain way? Like this isn't the real world and that the world suddenly doesn't seem to matter anymore because it the big picture, we are just the speck of a speck of a speck of dust? Well, I just felt that, so... Can someone explain?
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Random Shit in my Head - Diary of a Problem Child 2016 (completed)
AcakThe title says it all Update January 5th, 2017 - The beginning is crap but it gets better at My Recurring Nightmare, so you can start there if you want. Also, the Reason Why I Was A Messed Up Kids is pretty good too.
