It's foggy. I can barely remember yesterday or the week before. I remember it eventually but it takes more work than it should to remember something that happened not too long ago.
There's some sort of mental wall in my head and I have to keep breaking it to get to my memories. It makes my head hurt.
My body feels foreign. I am a foreigner in my own body. Nate said I spent most of yesterday, either staring at the wall or laughing while I looked at my hands. Either way, he said that I was unresponsive.
I used to stare off for a long time and not respond. I didn't even know that they were there.
I'm so hungry. Nate says he has to save money so that we can stay in the hotel and not end up on the streets.