Out of Body

Weekly Diary Entry

Here you come…

… And there I go.

It’s that feeling of being pulled out, creeping as soon as you come and talk to me.

It’ll knock me out for a while: I’ll just say whatever, smile to survive this, and try to get back inside later when there’ll be nothing but disconnect and self-hatred.

Whatever you need, I’ll show it to you;

Whatever you need me to say, I’ll say it;

Whatever you view me as, I will become.