I feel like a ghost. I feel like I got my wish not to exist but who/whatever’s in charge forgot to let the relevant authorities know so I still have to drift along finding things to eat and places to sleep, hiding the tears and making sure I have enough money to live a life I don’t want to live, a life with no connections and no meaningful relationships. A haze of almost invisibility.
I wish someone would ask how I was. But I’m also relieved that they don’t.