Me Dissociating - Tumblr Posts

It's 5:00 AM... You wake up with drool on your face, a dry mouth, and the outside world looks like Twilight's cinematography. You just had the 605th dream about people on big porches with different social predicaments. You remember none of it, and you feel 49% rested.

"There has to be a meaning to all this. I bet if I turned on an old cassette radio, it'd tingle my dissociative reality cords."

"I'm trying to turn around inside of myself as if I'm not aware that I *am* the flesh.

I don't wanna be the flesh. I'm tired of feeling the weight of my own bones."

Potential Employer: Can you effectively communicate with customers on the phone?

Me: No

This post is so disingenuous. As if I'm even attempting to seek employment at this point.