I'm so sick of all the BS in my head that I have lost every idea where to throw it out. I have hallucinations of me collapsing on the floor, being announced dead, the ambulance rushing in, me choking on something, etc. The ground below is swallowing me and the sun has sunk. Everything seems so black that I can't even see the white. But...isn't white lonelier than black? Or is it 'pure'?
I wish I could run away for a day and then come back home as if nothing ever happened. Solitary moments really feel amazing (at times). I think I'm done whining (the thing I'm best at) for now. Thiiiss wooorrrllldd iissss buuurrrnnniiinnggg.
Later.
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