I feel that I can't seem to really express myself towards certain individuals.
I don't know why. Shall I just say that I am indifferent?

So many things have happened.
Yet this doesn't make anything feel right.
Everything seems odd and out of place for me.
Or am I the one out of place?

As though reality and fantasies are clashing.
Maybe I've been living in my escapist dream for far too long.
So much so that my other life is intruding into my real life.
But I ask myself, "What is real? And what's not?"

So far, everything's been surreal. Yet all too much realistic, in terms of stress and pain.
Although I have learnt that escapism does help with pain.
I have been flipping through the artbook of surreal paintings and drawings by various artists and oddly, I feel motivated despite the deary portraits.
Do I actually feel off pain and misery?
Or is my sarcasm nibbling away at whatever sanity I have left?
I do not know.

But all I can confirm is that, I am so sensitive.
Prolly too much to the extent that I know and understand what is going on already.
So much so that I have to act like I don't know yet.