Something is not right

I don't know where exactly, what exactly, when exactly, but something horrible is coming. Something tremendous and unstoppable, and maybe it has come already and this is all just fake.
The world is completely unreal and I think I am losing my mind. My grasp on reality. Something. Or maybe I'm blowing it all out of proportion. I'm not sure. What is sanity anyway?
Time has been moving oddly the last few days.
I haven't been eating.
I've been having odd and somehow crucially important dreams, but I can't remember them.
At first i thought all these things were the Vicoen, but the Vicoden is gone and they remain.
Very little makes sense: the taste of my first coke in over a week, Neal Gaiman talking about Death and the Apocolypse, the way the smoke disappears after you exhale.
I am empty, reflecting only what's around me, not thinking about it or realizing I'm doing it, just pushing this influence and that together, binding with scotch tape and spit, and hoping it'll fool everyone, hold together long enough.
It does. No one else seems to notice how wrong everything is.
I want it to snow. Maybe thats it, maybe the terrible thing is coming with the snow.
I don't know why I get up, get dressed, do the things I am supposed to do, say the things I am supposed to say. I guess I don't know what else to do.
I lie by omission and by word and by deed. And no one notices. Or if they do, they act like they don't. Never does someone call me on it. Ask if I'm ok. Notice how good I am at simultaneously talking nonstop, TMI, and yet, saying nothing. Certainly nothing important.
Only now I have no desire to have to try to maintain that. I lapse more and more into silence.And if they ask now, I won't believe they noticed or cared, just that they read this.
In the silence, I don't want to think, I consciously avoid it.
I can't cry.
The world is ending.