I can't figure out what's worse, feeling like every day is a dream and being afraid of waking up in hell or realizing it's not a dream and you're already there. I live my life in the twilight, the haze of darkness and light, where every fleeting moment of happiness is treasured and never expected. Who I was is not who I am nor who I will be, so don't expect me to be that person. She is a fluid concept, a shadow out of the corner of the eye, a trick of the light, a mirage on the horizon. Blink and you'll miss it.
Don't ask me to be brave, that part of me has forgotten how to be brave. Don't ask me to decide, that part of me is buried in the f