This is not a joke. This is not a fiction that i created for her. She is the one who can only hear my thought and feels my feeling. This is a mental illness game and you have to know that. Not a kind of crazy psychology things.
The depths of my mind and dialogue of it all.
My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions.
My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life.
The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking.
There is no need to understand.
There is no need to feel pity.
This is Thursday.