This weekend I spent some time with my family. I told myself to suck it up and get on with life. I tried to be cheerful, but mostly I still wasn't myself. I find myself constantly daydreaming, and I even feel like a bunch of things are happening around me, and I'm just watching them. It feels like I'm watching a movie, except it is really happening. Of course my family notices how out of touch I've become. They think that making lame jokes will snap me out of my haze. This just makes me want to be alone even more.