15 December 2012
I don't know anymore, what is real and fake, who is lying and telling the truth and why I am still here?
I write this sitting in a confined place in the corner of my room. I feel like crying yet I have no tears, screaming yet I don't open my mouth.
I just sit in the corner wrapped tight, thinking.
I feel like a screwed up piece of paper flung into the corner of the room, it feels like being torn up but it doesn't have the strength.
Feeling Like Paper • Opuss № I