so, here i am, listening to framing hanley's 23 days. my head is throbbing, and im confused. don't ask me why. i couldn't tell you.
"in your eyes, i thought i saw tomorrow. now all i see is wasted time."
i think im in a cycle, but theres no way to be sure. not anymore. not since the new drugs. risperidone...... what the hell is that?? oh well.
if it means i can spend a night sleeping, rather than panicking and crying and screaming and wishing i were dead. but wait... i think that's what it did to me.
my brain is a mystery. not even i have it figured out. the pieces are being twisted and turned, rotated and spun around.
it's a dance we learned at an age
far too young.