The signals are mixed, the wires are crossed, and I forgot somewhere which was left, or right... or wrong. The more that's read between the lines, the less you actually read. It used to be that I couldn't find all the pieces... but when I put them together there's no space left... for me.

Sometimes I can't help but feel like I've crossed over too many lines and I wonder if I've been intruding. I've lost the sense that I have a "home," that I have a place to come back to. I don't even feel like myself anymore. It's like I woke up one day and the world I used to know--my world--wasn't mine anymore.