Not sure what's real or not anymore.
I'm fed up of not knowing what's really happened and what's not.
For some reason I keep making up mundane things in my head, remembering conversations that never took place and having to think really hard to distinguish between what's truth and fiction or a dream.
For instance thinking that my mum had a hair appointment one evening when she didn't and remembering a conversation where my dad told me his cousin had died when he hadn't?
This morning I woke up thinking I might have SH'd but not being entirely sure if I had or not. I looked at my usual place and nothing there and then realised my arm is a right mess. Only superficial and completely different to my "usual" technique. It's now come back to me what I used and what I was thinking, so vivid. But I don't remember doing it either, as mad as that sounds.
I'm sick of this.
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