The worst and absolutely terrifying thing of losing touch with reality is that society becomes a dimension I am just taking space in.
It becomes a dimension where my mind is too chaotic to take part in.
So I stay home.
The worst thing about not sleeping, is you feel your body deteriorating, falling apart each night you don’t rest.
The worst thing about being told, “control yourself,” is I have been “controlling” myself since I was a teen.
Do you really think I enjoy looking like an odd creature, wondering, lost in insanity.
Maybe what I need is a special potion, a special something to bring me back to reality.
The world around me just looks so fake,
Am I going insane?
Is this insanity?