I can't let myself think. God, I wish I had something to do. I hate being like this. I don't know. I'm in a dream state.
Nothing seems real.
My head is about to split open and release all of the acid inside it. My head is reeling with it. It just want it to shut up. I'm sick of listening to the scream, the dull roar, the roaring silence. I just want it to stop, I just want it to stop.