I hate feeling like this. Like everything isn't real. Like I'm not real. Like my life is all a lie.
I feel so disconnected from everything. I look in the mirror and sometimes, I'm not sure who I'm looking at. I feel like an imposter in my own body.
I just hate it. I feel so confused. Who am I? Is this really happening or is it all a dream? Does the entire world really exist or was the idea of life planted in our minds to make us experience it and then one day will it all be taken away? I don't know.
My thoughts aren't mine. I'm not sure who's they are, but I know I didn't think them; someone put them there. They're making me do the things I do and say the things I say. I am not me. I am nobody. I do not exist.
Or do I?