I find myself losing more of that person, I'm less of who I was, less of who I wanted to be. More paranoia, anger, frustration, and anxiety than I ever wanted. I'm a walking shell of a human, I don't know where my story will go next because I move like it's already ended, days go by in seconds, weeks by in hours, a month will pass in a breath yet the future still hasn't come. The past used to follow me like a shadow, but it seems I've turned into a modern-day Peter Pan and pushed it away. And away it took all of who I was.