It will not happen fast. You will hurt. But it won't be to bad if you stop struggling. You learn that fast. Just like everything else. Your hair will be pulled off, but not by me. Your eyes will be clawed out, but not by my hand. You will choke to stop your noise, but it wasn't my ears annoyed. Your life will be miserable as long as you think of what I look like. Your scared of me. Of what I do. That's OK. Everyone is. I'm insanity, and I'm inside of you, and once you look into a mirror and see me, you will realese me, and your old life will be gone like a bullet to your head.
