Hurts.

It’s turning in to a scary dream, and I don’t know when I’m waking up. People keep saying things to me, but I don’t understand. I see their lips moving but yet I don’t hear a sound. I’m living in my own little world and I don’t like it. I keep fighting trying to get out of my bubble but I’m not getting anywhere. Getting tired of always seeing a bit blurry and don’t hear what people have to say.
Like an empty glass is filled with something unnecessary my life just keeps going, without a meaning.

I have fallen in love, with a book. Tuesdays with Morrie.
And that was the end of his secret.


My hearts hurts.