i'm not even counting how many years long i have been this way for.

is my current state just an act if it is not indeed a natural state but a heavily sedated one. what is truth?

what is certain?

why is mental illness so abstruse even to me as a sufferer....??

do i even know myself?

i thought i did.

but if this is all coming from me- all these carolers in my head then why the hell does it seem rightful and substantive?

i know its not real. its an undertaking though.

why cant i go outdoors except sporadically? why doesnt someone give me answers? its been years. 

 

except i know i could survive a trip overseas.....traveling is fine for me.

working is out of the question...when did i last have a real job. is making music even a job or is it a hobby. i dont play gigs so maybe its not.

all i want to do is spend money and i have little of it. i think of things to buy every day..clothes, jewelry.

my friends are slipping away and they live overseas.

i have really tried to understand why. what have i done.

i wish i was just back in hospital again. no shopping, no questions.........

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