Change is a never ending format
I’ve changed to the point I’m delusional about who I am.
I can’t keep track of me inside me.
And I can’t keep track of others inside me.
Is that what it means to become so independent? To the point individuality stands for itself and nothing else?
I fear I’ve become clueless in how to deal with people. As much as I’ve become clueless in dealing with myself.
I just need somebody.