Often, I’ll write things when I’m in a state of depression. But I go back later and realize; I don’t know who’s writing it is. It never sounds like me…it’s like…I can’t feel myself anymore… It feels like death.

I almost choked myself, once. I had that same feeling. Like I wasn’t there…like…there was someone else…
A faceless man walked up to me in a black suit. He pointed towards the window.
I bit through the bag.
He disappeared.