I find myself counting down the days until I am a better version of myself so often that I forget to be anyone at all.
I don't know who I am.
I don't think that I've necessarily lost any part of myself, I just don't know who I was in the first place.
I'm sure that I'm at least someone.
But most of my life I've been a ghost haunting my own body.
One step removed from the real world.
Why do I feel as if I'm just so much less than a person?
I don't think I feel things quite as much as anyone else does.
I don't feel empty, I just feel absent.
I am not here, yet I am hyper aware of the space that I am taking up.
It's odd that I am not in fact nothing.
