i spent nearly the whole day inside, in my room, in my bed. i stared at the walls, i watched the shadows grow long, i watched the colors of my room turn dark.

sometimes, even the kindness of almost-strangers is exhausting.

this life, sometimes it's wholly unreal, it's neither awake nor dream.

and the only sound i can hear is feedback.

it washes over me, i long for it to cleanse me.