This is the longest relapse I've had. I feel strangely distant from everything now, like I'm not here and nothing's touching me and I'm floating.
It seems more realistic.
Is this reality? I continue asking questions to which no one answers but that's fine I only ever need to talk about nothing.
My name is Ash now.

--Ash.

I'm taking out my anger on my organs again, and I'm wondering why I stayed alive. And I've trusted and trusted and all I am is here and alone and I'm finding it harder to cope and control and this doesn't feel like a descent.
This hasn't been goodbye and I never said hello but all I've been is asleep or in the shower I'm never clean.
Just go. Just go. Leave leave leave.

--Andria.