....on my sanity. I always feel like I'm on the edge of either bursting into tears, or throwing a *****kitty of a tantrum. It's the sudden bouts of rage that scare me. Sometimes I'll break something, but usually I end up taking it out on myself so I don't break something of value. I know it's the social isolation that's getting to me, the inability to live instead of just existing on the fringes. Sometimes I feel like I'm not even real, like I don't know where I am (literally, not figuratively). It's just really weird, and scary because I really do feel like I'm close to losing it.
I don't know why I wrote this, but it makes me feel better to write it and know that someone will read it. Maybe that means I really do exist, I don't know.
I don't know why I wrote this, but it makes me feel better to write it and know that someone will read it. Maybe that means I really do exist, I don't know.