Just came back from my folks. Dad turned 52. I'm feeling empty. And detached, somehow. It makes me sad. I don't feel I can relate to my family, or that they can relate to me. What I am basically saying is that it feels like we don't necessarily matter to each other any more. That all we have is history, sort of. It breaks my heart everytime I think about it.
And now everything feels like it is at a distance. Just beyond reach. Exactely everything.
Im sorry. I'm so so sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me, why I behave and feel like I do right now. And I'm sorry for that. And for me. And what I am.
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