It's storming outside. It's like something trying to escape. The rain, or the thunder. Maybe they're both trying to run away. Maybe they're just trying to find something. It's like a fierce fight.
I'm yearning for something. I'm yearning to live, I've felt so dead. This is not me. Do you hear me? This is NOT ME. It's something else, someone else. I feel like I don't even exist anymore, I feel like a ghost, like vapor, like fog. My eyes are empty, like my heart is. I don't know who I am anymore, and maybe no one really knows who they are. But I used to at least feel like I knew who I was, I at least felt like I knew who a little of me was. Now I just don't know anymore. It's like trying to see in the dark. What?
I like Led Zeppelin and Red Hot Chili Peppers. I like cats and literature. I want to own a house some day and become a CPA. I want to go to London and get away from everything. I want to leave all this, all of this, I want to leave it and go somewhere and start fresh. I want to be new. I want to be born again.
I want to be me again.
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