Thursday blues

It has been days since I was myself. There is someone else living in my skin. I can see it being there, doing things in my place. I can feel it's hunger and sleep. But all the things that make me me are hidden and dormant. I wake up in the morning, wait for the alarm clock to ring and then fight the urge to just curl under the covers and pretend the world doesn't exist. 

My days are a constant fight between my sour mood and the need to be nice and pleasant. The me that isn't me plays the part of the real me fooling the people around (not like someone is paying close attention) and killing off the real me a bit each day. 

It is a matter of time until the me that i recognize disappears. 

'Till then... It was nice knowing the real me!