I lead someone else's life.
When I am happy, I separate myself from my body, come out and watch my happiness, I feel someone else's pains,I don't grieve, as if the sorrows were someone else's, I sport someone else's erections. More and more I feel my life is being run by this other person while I sit silently, without joy, without pain and without libido watching this other me do what I don't want to do with my life.
My life has become my never-ending obsession- my obsession with me and the other me.
Monday, September 05, 2005
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