Have you ever felt like you're living in a haze and you don't really know what you're doing? You're not intoxicated, and technically you ought to be in your senses, but everything seems numb? Have you ever lived days hoping that you weren't really living them, and that your real life would get on track sometime soon? Have you let somebody in, against all your good sense, so much that he's become integral to your thinking and then, suddenly, found out that it might have been best to let your good sense prevail? Ever been forced to sit down and erase a name from your vocabulary, your dreams, knowing all the while that you didn't figure in his, but wishing against all odds that he's the one who's getting it wrong? Ever realised that it was all a lie while knowing that an emotion as strong and simple as that was necessarily real? Ever felt so incredibly small that all of your insecurities come tumbling out of that shelf in the back of your head where you'd hidden them for the longest time? Ever taken on more work than you would care to do, or are capable of doing, but feel lost and aimless nonetheless? And then to feel completely repulsed by yourself, because despite your claims of independence, one single person can make such a complete mess out of you.
