Its like Im not here
This post is kind of a follow on from the one before. Its almost like this isn't me talking its some weird fucked up version of me. Fear I have none of nothing. I'm normally an arachnophobia but just now watched a spider crawl up my arm. Did I care? Nope. Do I care if the sun comes up tomorrow? Nope. I would be relieved right now if these were my last breaths. This is one of those days were I have lost the fight. I am simply a shell of the real me. I exist in this time and space, only because I have to. I have no wants, no needs nothing, I just breath alone in my own lonely place. I have spoken about the darkness to see into another persons soul, I am trying to give you a glimpse of what I am like when I am in the darkness. Nothing I say nothing I type can make you see, and make you feel how I do. Do you know what it is to wake up and not even know what day it is, to wake...