I am slowly deteriorating. The world ceases to exist in my head, and hours pass quickly, Like seconds, And seconds feel like hours. I stare blankly at a wall, for these mindless periods of time, And it does not seem real. Who says that the life I live serves a specific purpose? What purpose does my life have if I do not accomplish anything? These questions have ripped me apart, so I strongly suggest you do not take them to heart. I am depersonalized, Insane, Nothing is right in my head, and I fear my emotions are too fake for people to feed off anymore. Do I live this way, in a constant confusion, for the rest of my life? Or will this condition of questioning go away? I have deteriorated myself, And caused myself to decay at too young of an age. It is true, Curiosity killed the cat, the cat being my brain.