teremer

Do you ever get the feeling that you're becoming the exact person that you least want to be? And in that moment, when it at last strikes you, you are still buried under fathoms of denial that placed you in said position in the first place; it's akin to listening to the muffled, blurry sound of someone calling your name outside the bathroom door whilst you lay in the bathtub, submerged entirely. I feel that way right now, as if there is someone or something calling out to me Wake up! but I cannot. My mind isn't ready, for whatever fickle reason it has come up with today. The stamp of denial remains on every inch of skin attached to this wear