i’m becoming less defined as days go by…fading away…(you might say) i’m losing focus…kind of drifting into the abstract in terms of how i see myself sometimes i think i can see right through myself less concerned about fitting in to the world…YOUR world that is, because it doesn’t really matter anymore… none of this really matters anymore… yes i am alone, but then again i awlays was…as far back as i can tell i think maybe it’s because…because you were never real to begin with i just made you up to hurt myself… and it worked. yes it did… there is no you…there is only me…there is no fucking you, there is only me…only well the tiniest little dot caught my eye and it turned out to be a scab and i had this funny feeling like i just knew its something bad…i just couldnt leave it alone and i kept picking at that scab…like it was a doorway trying to seal itself shut… but i climbed through and now i’m somewhere i am not supposed to be…and i can see things i know i really shouldnt see now i know why…and now i know why things aren’t as pretty on the inside… there is no fucking you…there is only me only… is this really all there is? is this really all there is?