Sometimes I start to lose the ability to differentiate between reality, my dreams, and something else. All the sudden I take in everything. Every piece of dust, every gust of wind, every time I blink, and every word I read. My vision gets fuzzy, but I still see it all. It’s as if I take a step out of myself and watch myself do what I am required to do, be it school work, or work, or eating, or socializing. I’m there, but I am also not. I’m just not fully there. I laugh when I’m supposed to and get sad on cue, but I do it out of practice because my mind is somewhere else. No one can tell, or at least I think they can’t tell. Sometimes it lasts for a few days, sometimes a whole month. I know it’s there when I walk around my room and nothing seems like mine, or when I type a paper and read it knowing I wrote the words, but they don’t seem like something I could write. I’m outside of myself, but also fully there.