these thoughts invade me. a darkness that descends upon. the kicking and screaming images that my mind plagues me with are not nightmares. they are stories in my head that feel too real and too personal to have never have happened. maybe my mind is sick, yet there is something beautiful in the twisted cruel parts of my mind
I can relate to thinking of random questions. I'm different this way.Love and Hate, War and Peace. I ask unanswerable questions, I question life, and I don't know why. Maybe you can give me advice..