I have no idea on what day number I’m on since Ann’s departure. Not sure what is real, and what isn’t. I believe that under present circumstances, I have reverted into a feral state. I’m still maintaining human contact, though. I seem to incessantly argue with myself, sometimes on the brink of violence. Oh yeah, I think that I am so smart, but I’m not! Try telling that to myself! Sometimes I agree with myself but most of the time I’m rude and condescending towards myself. Hold on 1 sec, have to mark a territory…..Okay, where were we? Oh yeah, the crazy man that mimics my actions in the mirror in the bath room. That dude is flat out crazy! He doesn’t even look human! I glare at him; he glares back, like an evil presence upon a pure innocence. He’s much older than I, as evidenced by the grayness of his hair and the wrinkles that are abundant on his shallow face. His eyes seem to have dulled due to his rapid and accelerating reality of time. But he is no fool! Oh no, he mocks me at every attempt!
Posted on: Wed, 10 Jul 2013 01:33:22 +0000