drones

Some days start out better than others; today wasn't one of those days.

In my dreams I am dead. I forget how to deal with myself.
In my dreams I am alone. I have been abandoned by the people around me.
More and more it feels like these dreams are becoming realistic. My thoughts are most likely preparing me for what's coming. I've become increasingly reliant on getting everyone's attention. I have a constant urge to remind people that I'm still here.

I can't be too sure of myself lately. I can't stop thinking about irrelevant, insignificant details. My mind is always fixated on situations that will never happen. It's a bad habit that I can't get rid of. I'm having a hard time convincing myself that I'm comfortable. And with all this extra time on my hands, it gives me too much leeway to think.
I leave to find noise that can comfort me. A distraction, a new routine to be fond of. As time consuming these distractions can be, I always finish earlier than intended.

For some reason I feel uneasy, like I'm missing something.

This is why I should start prohibiting my thoughts.