A Compilation of Thoughts
Most of the time, I feel like I’m living outside of myself. I don’t care to put a label on it, nor do I find it necessary to. It’s just a human experience.
I haven’t cried since August. That’s weird to admit, considering how often I actually feel like crying, but lately, there’s been a wall between me and my emotions: I can hear the sound of my muffled cries on the other…
