I'm tired... I've become this zombie, slow motion, somehow separated from myself. If I do something.. talk.. it doesn't feel as it was my lips moving... the voice is coming from some place else. Muffled or something.

Amazing how a person can get attached.. customed.. to the strangest things. Then again, you think it's normal to do that.. "care".. but you only think it is. You don't feel it. That's how you're an outsider.

I don't want to see yet another tomorrow