My head hurts. My stomach churns. My vision's blurry and I can't think straight. I'm walking but I can't recall all the steps I made. It's like everything is in auto-pilot. I know I'm sad but I can't put it into words. My senses are hyperactive. Everything I smell makes me want to vomit and everything I hear feels so loud that I can feel it in my chest. It's like something or someone is missing and I don't know what or who.
Maybe it's me. Maybe I'm the one I'm missing. Maybe I'm trying so hard to fit in that I'm not in my own shape anymore. And I think I miss me. I think I miss who I used to be. Who doesn't?
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