I am not me. I don’t know who I am. I lost myself between the present and the future, and I don’t know where I’m going right now. I swear I can feel myself drifting sometimes.
Everyday, and even though I’m not blogging I write thousands of words in my mind but the pain steals them away. I feel guilty, scared. I’m a murderer, because I’m the one who let exhaustion kill my words.
The pain of having words and feeling like you can’t write them down is way harder than having no words at all. I’m a half dead person, writing and reading are the only things that can keep the other half of me alive. Now can you imagine how screwed up Anna is?
She’s going back to her ugly grey world now, because she’s too exhausted to let her words out. What a loser.
She’s mad at herself, but Ben ( a voice in her head) is saying that Anna is slowly getting herself back together.
Until “Tomorrow” .