Tonight it dawned on me. Finally.
It was strange to feel the kind of numbness I felt when I left your house. I had lost all the will to scold or to feel sad about it (about myself) the littlest bit.
I never went over 90, I cursed a taxi driver on the way, I calmed even more down (downer) with some Norah Jones, I was noone but one of you guys.
Everything was normal...until now. I cannot write.
You know what?
"Maybe"
not.
