This Weekend In March.

Sometimes it's like not being a real person, the way they look at you. Suddenly you become something less. I didn't feel it right then, I stayed up hoping I wouldn't. And a month later, I felt it more than I had ever felt it before. I wanted to crawl inside myself and hide forever. I don't even know why I'm writing this, it just feels so distant and yet so close still inside of me. Now I feel it all the time.