Getting the strange feeling it was never the obvious problem..
It worrys me that, even thought I’m not depressed anymore, I’d still say yes to anyone who offered me a way out without any pain caused to me or anyone else.
Who really wants to live in a reality that they can’t comprehend and scares them daily, that they don’t have any idea what is going on…
I continue because I know this reality is what I used to be comfortable calling real, because I remember being so sure that this was fact, because there’s a chance that it is just all in my head, maybe I am broken.
No rash decisions because it’s just me, silently and crazily, just me.