It’s OK to say you’re not OK. I’m not OK.
It’s hard to explain how I feel but I’ll do my best.
I feel like a ghost. That’s the only way I can describe it. I feel as though I float around, occasionally someone will see me and interact with me. The novelty wears off and I’m back to being alone and a ghost again. I go back home to haunt the place I pretend to have a life in. I can cope with being alone but when my mind decides to step in everything get skewed.
I am tired. My brain has facts and gaps and the gaps are being filled in with bullshit.
A fear of mine is that people will get bored of me. It’s unsurprising that I have a complex about this since my wife left me.
I think people just get bored of me. There’s only so much people can stomach of me before they get bored.