being at war with your own mind is like being trapped inside a glass box, watching everybody around you grow up and achieve their dreams.
every time that glass cracks, you wish you could smash your way out and be normal like everybody else, but then the fear envelops you and somehow you long for the reassuring feeling of the transparent wall pressed up against your back.
it’s a state of limbo, constantly being up in the air about every little thing; part of society but detached from everybody around you. halfway sane until you have to open your eyes and get of bed each morning.
wanting so badly to scream and gasp for air, yet your body stands resolute, unmoving and stoic amidst the chaos. a constant battle between overwhelming nerves and unnerving numbness, empty days and never-ending nights.