I remember a time when I didn’t have to think about things, they just happened. I could sit down and write for hours without thinking about writing, without considering what I was doing. Everything was so clear. I would fill notebooks, I would write books.
I remember sleeping. I wasn’t worried about falling asleep or the probability of not getting enough sleep. I just closed my eyes and slept. And I wonder where I lost those abilities. I wonder when my mind stopped working and started worrying about working.
How do you tell a friend that you honestly feel like you are just too weird to hang out with them anymore?
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