Thursday, November 18, 2010

Reality Is So Fragile

I'm pretty fucked up from all the shit I've done. I'm hearing voices and seeing shit now even when I'm sober. It's like there's always someone calling my name, always someone wanting to get me. There's whispers all the time, whispers from nowhere and yet everywhere at once. I'm crazy.
It's like I'm slipping away from reality and the reality that I base my whole existance around isn't even real. And I often wonder how many people that I talk to every day even exist.

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