I'm not sure who I am. I see myself so differently from what they say they see. Yesterday was...beautiful. I had this strong feeling that I was unreachable, like I was safe. My everyday feelings of anticipated anxiety were diminished.
I was protected by a thought.
Think more to think less.

Today
was a blur
(does that mean I'm in)
of cars? Because I don't remember driving myself to work
I only remember the extreme discomfort of being in my skin.
Then I saw myself in a mirror and I didn't recognize myself.
Yuck.