I feel unwarranted dread.
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Media and foodβpacifiers for dealing with life. Analgesics to soothe the pain, to treat only the symptoms but not the cause.
Lacking intention. Lacking thought. Lacking foresight.
Calm. Conscious. Present.
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Driving myself insane.
I cannot fathom a second in which I can have some sort of calm. My mind insists on causing maximum carnage and I have no way of stopping it.
My brain is overloaded. I can't thinkβ I can't do anything but think. A thousand thoughts per second. I want to do everything right now.
Drained.
And who cares, at the end, if you live or die?
I feel like I'm regressing.
Staticβ useless and ever-present.
There is joy in inducing happiness in others.
Iβm always desperate for something or someone to distract me from myself. Itβs an aching need that I wholly despise.
I crave the person I once was. Itβs like craving hot tar down my throat.
A false memory, or perhaps Deja vu. A brain worm, either way.
The urge to blast music into my ears is maddening.
Rot starts and rot endsβ one for the other, rot for rot.