I wake up with a sense of hopelessness, despair, angst.

Things brighten up in the middle of the day.

Then I go to bed feeling the same hopelessness.

And I hate it. I hope, I wish for something more, something meaningful, something physical to hold or touch.

I have been dreaming of zombies on and off for the past few weeks. According to the interpretations, dreaming of zombies suggests that I am physically or emotionally detached from people and situations surrounding me, that I am feeling out of touch, that I am "dead inside".

I never knew dreams could be so prophetic or fortuitous.

I am losing my mind.