Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25076176-20140623031540

There are many ways to go insane. And this was mine.

I lived somewhere between reality and my reality so as I was in my bedroom, just lying there, feeling the summer breeze bellow slightly into my cropped hair and sweating face, really just wondering about things. I was contemplating certain things… whether to do something or not. It’s not that I had to do them or rather it, but it made me feel better, no matter how bad it was.

            But it was the constant reminder from my family and friends that it was not a necessary danger. Danger I not only inflicted onto myself, but onto them. But my mind told me otherwise. It was the feeling that crawled and clawed its way through my nerves to my brains that gave me a shiver I could not live without. But do not get me wrong I was far from addicted to my actions.

  