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Crazy (BoyxBoy)

Crazy (BoyxBoy)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Feb 10, 2019
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I have to believe the crazy isn't there. That's probably how I'll survive my own mind, that's probably how I'll become a functioning member of society. Probably. ** I'm 20 and I live with my parents and baby sister. I'm on a strict diet of 4 pills every five hours, and I work at a bakery. I'm your typical 90's baby. Except for the fact that there's something wrong with my head and I see and hear things that aren't always real. But that's okay most days. Some days, though, I feel like the world is on my shoulders. Like whenever I see the man in the black robe. No, really. I'm fine. I'm not crazy. It's just that my hallucinations are getting bad--life threatening, even. And my new boss is out to get me. And my parents are fighting. And I kind of get the feeling that everything's my fault and everyone hates me. I'm not crazy, am I?
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Locked In

You don't believe me anyways. You don't see me throwing away my inhibitions or filling up my online shopping cart. You don't see me diving into new life goals and careers and areas of study. You don't see my cry to myself in the car when my chest sinks in and my head gets crushed in a vice. You don't feel the panic in my stomach whenever I must make human contact. And you sure don't see how hard I try. How I wake up every morning and apply my mask. My work mask- to conceal all of this. But.... It's been the same mask for many years And my mask is wearing thin. My sadness, my anger, my paranoia and grand euphoria are trying to become a part of your world too. A world where it's not welcome. A world where it's not understood, where it's frowned upon.

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