What the hell is wrong with me these days? I feel like a fake in this world. I don’t enjoy living as myself, and I'm gravitating towards fantasising about other properties. It’s something I don’t want to want, but cannot for the life of me, deny or move away from it. I cannot identify myself anymore. I am turning off myself by turning on myself. It's such a nasty trap, and so completely permeated in my thinking. I am wounded like a flood, or barely discernible, a trickle. Can everyone put a label on me? I think I need something and my mind cannot find anything. I’m thinking too much in extensions. I wonder what I’m doing wrong. Dominque