things will seem clearer in daylight, i know

but for now it's 4 am and i cannot sleep. I stare about the apartment with dead eyes, and an unsettling thought occurs to me: I see nothing of myself in this place.

With the exception of the red kitchen accessories, these are not my colors, my interests, my things. Though our home is littered with all sorts of clutter, the most visible items are the computers, DVDs, games, and the furniture to store them all.

It's almost as if I don't live here.