原来伤心也会上瘾.

Feels as if I'm standing in the middle of nowhere, in a world so fleeting it could possibly disappear in the blink of an eye. I can't place a name to the emotions I'm feeling these days. It's like they don't really exist. I'm like losing the name/emotion/feeling/symbol/ideal and everything I based my very self on. It's as if they detached themselves from me, or rather, I tore them away from myself one by one, no matter how hurting it was. It's so unreal I don't even know how to describe it.

I wake up sometimes, wondering who I am, and it scares the fuck out of me. Because I don't feel myself, I don't feel it anymore.