How does insane feel?
I feel about as close to insane as you can be without being insane, I guess. I sort of feel like I've been blindfolded in a cave then spun around 50 times while disco lights are being flashed at me and music is being blared and paused while someone is whisperyelling, "FIND the EXIT if YOU can! HAHAHAHAhahahahaHAHAHAHahahahaha!!!!"
I don't know what to do and that feels ...un-navigatable for a grown woman. I've been through the gates of Hell. Why is this posing a challenge and why has no one in my family noticed these fucking drugs? No, I don't want to get caught...at least, not in a way that will fuck up my life, get my kids taken, have me lose my home, blast my news to the public...but...am I that talented at hiding this shit? I fool even the doctors? No one even...suspects? Really? That baffles me.
I'm tired of juggling all these balls myself. I'm tired of doing all the work. I DO do all the work for my whole family. I make all the appointments. I manage all the finances. I ...![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
promote synergy. I do the follow ups. I make the connections, create the introductions, offer suggestions, point out the solutions and clean up pollution to avoid revolution. Mind you, my position is practically one of imagination despite exclamations of affection; I don't mind leading my organization of fiction; my admiration for their ambition leaves me no other option so...
What the everloving fuck am I even talking about? Posting at 5:15 AM after an all night bender and you get this ridiculous bullshit. Well, I guess you now know what insane looks like, too...
I feel about as close to insane as you can be without being insane, I guess. I sort of feel like I've been blindfolded in a cave then spun around 50 times while disco lights are being flashed at me and music is being blared and paused while someone is whisperyelling, "FIND the EXIT if YOU can! HAHAHAHAhahahahaHAHAHAHahahahaha!!!!"
I don't know what to do and that feels ...un-navigatable for a grown woman. I've been through the gates of Hell. Why is this posing a challenge and why has no one in my family noticed these fucking drugs? No, I don't want to get caught...at least, not in a way that will fuck up my life, get my kids taken, have me lose my home, blast my news to the public...but...am I that talented at hiding this shit? I fool even the doctors? No one even...suspects? Really? That baffles me.
I'm tired of juggling all these balls myself. I'm tired of doing all the work. I DO do all the work for my whole family. I make all the appointments. I manage all the finances. I ...
promote synergy. I do the follow ups. I make the connections, create the introductions, offer suggestions, point out the solutions and clean up pollution to avoid revolution. Mind you, my position is practically one of imagination despite exclamations of affection; I don't mind leading my organization of fiction; my admiration for their ambition leaves me no other option so...What the everloving fuck am I even talking about? Posting at 5:15 AM after an all night bender and you get this ridiculous bullshit. Well, I guess you now know what insane looks like, too...