Christ, I think I'm losing it.
I really think I'm losing it.
I can't think with the thoughts, all the thoughts and things. I can't even find the words to write anymore, and what I can only describe as a cold dread has been lingering in the back of my mind for I don't know how many days on end.
It's a frustrating feeling I have, constantly. Like a new thought is taking off like a fucking bottle rocket in my head every seven seconds.
Whizz, pop! Whizz, pop! Whizz, pop!
Whizz, pop! Whizz, pop! Whizz, pop!
And then it's gone.
And I'll see it's shadow throughout the day, but it's only there for a second above water, like a whale breathing, and then whoop, gone. Something new. Something I need to do. Always something I need to do, something new.
I'm sitting, staring at a Lazy Susan that won't stop spinning and I fucking don't know what to do.
