There is always that niggling feeling that you don't belong. It's always there, just that you don't see it hiding just beneath the surface. Waiting...

I feel invisible, like life has just passed me by and I was the only one not able to see it. A ghost of my former self. Everybody has somebody, something, somewhere to go. But not me.

I just make hopelessly pathetic attempts to regain my former self, and fail. Like all else that is doomed from the start. Everywhere I see life, mocking silently at my futile attempts at being something or another.

The silence is deafening, the blackness consuming...