More days than not I feel like I'm a prisoner in my own head, like there's something between me and the world. There's days where I feel like I can see and feel everything at once, like I can cut through the gap between where I am and what I want with a razor. But most days I sit here and listen to Mum bellow at me things I already know, fight with Dad over the space in the kitchen, struggle to get out of bed, struggle just to fucking think. Or maybe this is the real me. My head hurts.