Gosh, there wasn’t a day when I didn’t question myself. Not a single day passed when I didn't doubt in every little thing I did, in every little thing I thought. I hate it. That feeling pulls you down until you're like one of the rocks you just kicked. Worse, you begin to think that this is a big joke, that maybe all this is a dream and a pinch will wake you up. Will it, though? Try. Who knows, maybe it will work on you. I didn’t feel anything. That probably means I’m sleepwalking right now and my fingers are just typing whatever hell they want. Wow, that’s quite depressing. What can I say? Days tend to be the same from time to time. Personally, I just realized that it’s September of 2018. I’m kidding. Of course, I am aware that it’s November of 2018. Fine...I do know that it’s 2020 but it’s pretty much could’ve been 2018 or whatever year you pick. When a month becomes a week and a week becomes a day, you can’t tell the difference. Sure you can go outside and see people wearing masks and keeping a distance from each other but...but what about you? What do you feel? Don’t you feel the same from day to day? Questioning everything and everyone? And the only thing that changes is the hole in your chest that grows bigger and bigger as days pass you by...
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