Sometimes I feel like I'm not even living. I'm just a shell of the real me. I can't feel or tuch, I'm just  there. Not living, but not dead. Entirely empty. Those days I just want to hide from humanity. I want to lock myself up i my room and just think. About everything and nothing. Just disapear into myself. I'm sitting there on my favorite spot by the stairs with the music at the highest volyme, I look out trough the big windows to the left and sometimes I throw a look at the people inside to see what's happening. People who passes by me stops and asks if I'm sad, I take out the earphones and smiles, saying that i just have alot on my mind, but that I'm okay. And maybe that's true. I don't know, because I'm never really there. It's just my shell. 

En tanke jag burit runt på ett tag.. Ibland känner jag mig verkligen så. Jag har dagar då jag lever och dagar då jag bara är där. Igår var jag levande, idag är jag än så länge bara här.

Vad gör jag här egentligen?

Lisa