ever just feel like you don't really exist? I feel like my life is not my life; that I'm just occupying a space -- one I don't particularly belong in. I'm a bookmark; I'm just keeping this seat warm until the owner of this position, this life, returns. I often say to myself, "I'm just here. Perhaps too often because that's what I feel like.
I feel as though I'm not really real, like I'm no more than the words on this screen.
Perhaps because I'd rather not be anything but words on a screen. If I could just condense my existence into words, at least then they would be acknowledged by somebody. There's that little counter at the bottom of the page, the box which sympathizers can fill out if they wish. While everyone else is scrambling to think outside of the box, I'm desperately searching for a way to get in.
Posted on Dec 5, 2000, 5:43 PM from IP address 63.71.97.59