I have come to the conclusion that I will never be really well. Mentally, that is. Shoot, maybe physically if I can’t get these ribs under control. But definitely mentally. I’ve just got too much to fight and I’m too worn out from fighting with it all. Whacked brain chemicals. Sexually abused as a child. Warped state of mind/perception of the world.
And I’m starting to see things and hear things again. That really scares me. Just seeing bugs out of the corners of my eyes and hearing… inchoate stuff. But where will it go from there. I guess I’ll find out.
At the rate I’m going I will end up being a famous artist. All the famous artists were nuts when they were alive.
Anyone care for an ear? heh
Babbled by Immi.
"There is a difference between knowing the path and walking the path."
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