Sour Cherry

Lately, I've been feeling like I'm floating above the world, watching my body go through its daily motions. Morning, afternoon, night. Morning, afternoon, night. I don't feel connected to myself, like I am here, but everything is numb to me. These thoughts feel alien to me, these sights aren't mine. I fake these emotions to how I am supposed to feel, how to react. I laugh when others are laughing, but I can feel my fingers clench to my sides. I look in the mirror and see nothing but lumpy flesh. My eyes don't look like they belong to each other, above this nose looks so oddly placed., beside there is a mouth that is strange to open to air. I introduce myself to myself, saying "Hi, nice to meet you." The words stumble out of my mouth so unnaturally, these aren't my words. I stare at myself, trying to find the human in my behind these eyes of counterfeit.

Found this extract out of somewhere, it's amazingly terrifying how much these words embody how I am. Am I mad? All the best people are, non?