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so i wrote this a while back and came across it again recently… make of it what you will, internet.

Going insane from my thoughts as they twist around my mind contorting all that I believed in into things that are no longer true, lies told with the complete honesty of misplace innocence. I crawl inside myself and still cannot escape my opinions of what is around me as I trick myself into incredible self doubt and tell myself I am not me. I don’t know who I really am but I try so hard to find myself in this maze they call your mind. I feel like a lost stray puppy and I’m scared of dogs. I run but I can never hide from myself even if I don’t know what it is I am running towards or from. This uncomprehensive life inside me, as I stumble through living, trying to figure out what it is I am suppose to do but all I can do is put together a jumble of words that even to myself sound strange. The taste of the words in my mouth are so bitter that I can’t tell them to anyone and so I cower from people and hide myself under the layers of skin that protect me from myself. I am going crazy and I can’t help it anymore. I just want this madness to end.