I feel
Like I’m slowly losing myself. Like I’m walking around in this haze and I don’t even realize the days passing anymore. Like everything is just a blur around me. I can’t make this stop. I hate this. I’m starting to hate you. I hate myself for not being in control, and for being so in control. It feels like a dream. I wish I could wake up. You keep asking me what’s wrong. If only you weren’t so self consumed then maybe you woud stop for 5 seconds and realize what has been going on right in front of your face for months.
