I hate it when people ask me if I'm ok. Because the truth is I'm not okay i haven't been okay in a long time. Hell I don't even remember what ok feels like. And I sit here wondering what happened to me. I've been pretending for so long I'm not sure how to be me either. I used to be happy outgoing and nothing could bring me down. I used to have dreams that were mine and mine alone untampered by others desires. I used to be human now I'm just a shell. Maybe we should play the blame game. It's easy to sit back and say you all did this to me, but that would be a lie. It's all my fault
Somewhere along the line i forgot where i ended and the lie began and now it's so muddled not even i could differenciate the two. Maybe somewhere they became one, maybe they were never even seperate
But now what? Does anyone ever really know? It pains me to think this is me an empty shell. I want to be the person I was before but i don't know that person and of course she doesn't know me. We are nothing but strangers to each other.It's strange how much a person can change.

Or maybe we are still the same it's only my outlook that changed.This is a mystery i shall have to ponder further before i get my answer.