look at the person staring at you in the mirror.
and whisper, "I don't know you".
repeat it 100 times.

I'm starting over again.

Nothing is real.
Nothing
.at
..all.
This isn't a darkness.
Just a coldness through my bones.

I'm not necessarily numb,
I just find everything hysterically funny.
Every situation that surrounds me.
Everysingleone.

Things always fall together and somehow make sense.
every goddamn fucking time.
It's cool, I just really need to trust these feelings.

So I put a halt on all of this,
not because of him.
No not at all. Only
because of you.

And you seem to hardly exist.

Most of the time I just wonder if I made you up.

note to self: lacking comfort is a good thing.

"he's an amateur but he's dangerous."

you are right.