192 days later. Words. They won’t come out. I don’t know how to describe this state I’m in. The best way I can, is that it feels as if I’m trapped in a big, deep hollow hole. I can’t get out. I don’t understand it. All that’s happened and is happening. It’s not real. It’s like I’m living someone else’s life. Life doesn’t feel real. It all
feels
like
a
delusion.
A
timeless
illusion.
A lie.
A made up lie I myself created..