I would say that's when it started. When I was 11.
I felt differently and thought differently too. Well, different to the way an average 11 year old should be feeling and/or thinking.
I felt more .
I think more.
I still do.
Sometimes I over think and usually over feel too.
My brain is like a box, and I'm in that box experiencing what is happening first hand. It's like getting to see behind the closed doors of chocolate factory and learn how they make the chocolate.
Except.
The thoughts produced in my mind are nothing compared to chocolate.
It's te complete opposite of chocolate.
And I hate it.
I hate my mind.
And I hate my thoughts.
I wish I was eleven again.
Maybe I'd get help sooner and I wouldn't be stuck inside of an eternity of this. Of nothingness where I feel numb and empty. All the time. Endlessly.
Eleven.
I wish this was all a really bad dream.
