The past two nights were great, I slept 'normal' for a change. No weird dreams, no talking in my head, no music in my head, all is quiet. I'd almost say that I feel 'normal', except that the world doesn't seem real. On top of that, writing seems very difficult. I have to squeeze out everything, it doesn't really flow as it normally does.
The world feels like I'm still dreaming, almost as if I'm watching a film. I don't feel I'm actually participating in it, I'm feeling detached. An hour and a half have passed since I started to write this, I've been 'zoning out' lots of times in between.
I wish I could write, it's frustrating to have to force everything out.
