I keep getting this feeling that I am almost out of time. My light is about to go out. Everything is reaching it's end. There is nothing I can do to stop it. There is nothing I want to do in life so I'll just die. My body will realize it has no purpose. I am alone mentally and physically. I can't talk to anyone. Except I guess the man in the mirror.

"When you look into the abyss the abyss looks back at you."

I am staring into the abyss and it is talking to me. It used to be so small but it's grown. Taking shape as myself. I stare at him and he stares at me, taunting me.

Sitting on a pile of thoughts that begin to rot over time. Thinking I've seen it all but then something I haven't seen occurs and freshens myself. Then it continues on and on. Rinse repeat. Though the things that surprise me grow more and more~ distant. Eventually it becomes like finding an oasis in a desert. Constantly predicting things. Or trying to predict things. Unable to befriend others because my 6th sense tells me.

"THEY'RE LYING."

I lie to myself. People tell me to try and be someone I'm not to succeed in life. I've always been a shut-in yet I am told to act unlike a shut-in.

I'm unhappy.

I'm unhappy trying to be someone I'm not because it always ends up very poorly. I just end up sounding and feeling foolish. So I just shut myself off more so as to not make the same mistake.

It's like I see too much.

Don't say you relate.

You don't.

I've become rather cynical.



No one understands. I don't even understand anymore. I feel like I know but then I don't. People constantly trying to say they are like me yet. They aren't.