All my life I had this feeling like I lost something. I would always get this over rushed and unwarming chain of emotions out the blue. I had no clue as why I felt what I was feeling. At first, I pretended and blamed it on the weed I was smoking. I thought maybe I was puffing on the joint too much.
Disclaimer: Say no to drugs because withdrawals are a motherfucker.
As time passed by, I became distant from everything that meant all the world to me. One day as I was getting dressed for work, I noticed something peculiar that greeted my eyes. I looked at myself in the mirror and only saw my work uniform and my badge that read: Cashier.