Realized I've started talking to myself,
and It's never complimentary.
Avoiding mirrors again.
Can't stand the looks
"There's less to me than meets the eye" I read that somewhere and thought that's me - I'm disappearing at a rate of noughts. I'm like that tree falling in the forest when no ones there, I'm nothing at all. Unmoving and unmoved, I sit empty for days hoping somebody might call by before I vanish.
It's harder and harder to do anything at all. I see it all tumbling in around me, I see the slow decay of everything around me and all I can do is watch it happen. It's not that I can't change some of it - it's just, I can't see that changing any of it will change me. I do something and it's done but nothing feels any different, there's no one to share it with, there's no one to do it for and I don't think I care enough about me to try to make things better.
I know it's wrong - but I just can't function on my own. It's always had to be for someone else. I don't see the point in me for me alone. I don't make me happy.... and I guess I'm not very good at making other people happy or I wouldn't be on my own now.