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 if stopping it.

My brain is overloaded. I can't think— 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.

Static— useless and ever-present.

There is joy in inducing happiness in others.

I’m always desperate for something or someone to distract me from myself. It’s an aching need that I wholly despise.

I crave the person I once was. It’s 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 ends— one for the other, rot for rot.