Yes, when I look at the mirror, I ask myself, "Is that really me?" I don't feel real sometimes—my life feels dreamlike. It's like I'm trapped in this sad, bewildering, and ultimately terrible dream with no possibility of ever awakening. Yet this dream—this interminable nightmare—is all too unbelievably real.
But at the same time, I can't help but believe I have no place whatsoever in this bleakly strange existence—it's got nothing to do with me. I don't belong. Everything I see in the mirror disgusts me. It's all so unhappily alien.