8 years ago, I have come close to death at the hands of someone. Life has never been the same since

When you cross to the other side, you never come back completely, and it's something I've come to, ironically, learn to live with.

This feeling of not really being alive. Of simply wandering in the world of the living, seeing everyone walk around me while I stand still. I have come to understand it, to internalise it, to a point where I don't believe I can get rid of it anymore.

It should've been the end...