The darkness stretches long into the night, and I'm still awake unable to grasp the comfort of sleep. Often I wonder if I really am insane, contemplating and lamenting my questionable personality. But then again, if one questions his sanity then surely he is still of sound mind right?
I hope so.
I mean, if I'm still sane enough to be worried then I'm sane enough to be normal. Either that or I have paranoid schizophrenia. Hahaha...
AN: Pro tip: Overthinking kills, be dumb most of the time. It's healthier and adds a bit of challenge to life.
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The Loony Bin
AlteleA dumping ground for random one shots, poems, ramblings, or some other things I might get during certain periods of time. Reader discretion is advised
