Shifting sands of time

repeated occurences of deja vu.
you blend into the shadows of the crowd.

i don't even know who i am anymore.
look into the eyes that used to overflow with joy and sparkle.
in the place of vivacity now lies void, vacant, distant emptiness,
even i don't recognise.
do you know what, or who you are looking at?
tell me. because i don't.

dear god.
i think i sold my soul to the devil.
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i miss the old happy me; been questioning existentialism- what's the purpose/meaning of my existence. contemplating suicide? haha.. no. but rather, i feel that some decisions that i've made may have been... well, wrong.

and the time to pay has come. promos in another 7 weeks. i am so dead.