Our Psychosis: Rewritten
I can't comprehend how, or why I ended up here. It makes me nauseous, these walls. I want to leave, I want to find her, but they won't let me. I can't move I can't speak I can't hear. Fuck, I can't even think. My eyes are shaking furiously, writing imaginary scribbles on the walls just to keep my grasp on the damn eng...