Fall.
October 29, 2007
I feel that I’m drifting away from everyone and everything I knew. Its sad really. This.. pulsating unnecessary feeling seems to grow stronger every fucking day. And I just can’t help, but watch it grow. Am I in the wrong for letting go so soon and quick? It feels like years have gone by and I don’t know anyone any longer. I’m a stranger to what is real. So, does that make me… a ghost? The ghost of me?
I think… I think I like the sound of that.
