I feel more ‘alive’ in my nightmares than in life itself. As terrifying as most of them are, at least I am a part of something. Here I am nothing, nobody and no one. I am among other humans, but I cannot connect with any of them.
I wish I could just get high and spend the rest of my days in a chemically-induced dream world. Even the comedown would be better than this.
Sobriety is overrrated and only necessary because I live with 2 people who don’t even drink.
Am I even alive?