God, I feel so unsure. It’s like I can’t take control of my life. Maybe I don’t trust myself. That’s it, I don’t trust myself! I don’t trust my feelings. I don’t trust my desires and my urges. I feel that they were put there to mislead me.
My own feelings want to mislead me. That’s horrible! How about my mind? I don’t even know what to think. I want to drink. Get drunk. Pass out. And die, yeah!
This afternoon I took a nap. I fell asleep. I dreamed that I was walking inside a warehouse. Then I must have stepped on something because I was electrocuted. I was being electrocuted and I couldn’t move and I thought: “I’m overpowered and I’m going to die, finally!” And I was happy. Then I woke up.
I wasn’t dead. I never seem to die. Why does death always elude me?
Does my life have something to do with you, cloaked man? I don’t think you can help me. I doubt I can help you. I’m not sure anymore. I don’t trust anything. I feel paralyzed. I should make a move but all I want to do is make a no-move. Just sit here and wait. For someone to come.
But no one will come. I even disconnected the phone. I don’t want to hear it ring. I’m not going to answer anyway. I’m tired of these fake connections. I need the real thing. When I feel like this I don’t want to talk to anyone. I couldn’t talk anyway. My throat is numb. My voice has been disactivated. I’m not even sure I have a breath.
I am lost because the meaning of things was removed today. Does this ever happen to you? Nothing has meaning. Maybe I’m dissociating again. Or derealizating. The environment, the thoughts and the feelings seem unreal. Where’s my reality?
Maybe I’m just lonely. If someone would knock on my door, it would surely bring me back to reality. I need to be touched. Maybe shaken. Maybe slapped in the face or kicked in the stomach.
“What you need is a big strong hand to lift you to your higher ground.”
Now I’m channeling Madonna.