My great insanity speaking now , "are you still in love with me?" I weathered out. You looked into my eyes of pure intention,
But your lips went into a frown.
His shaky hands met my weak ones, as he told me he no longer cared.
I could no longer bare, he didn't love me anymore.......

Always torn between two ideals, its the crazy person way of life. Is there a way to ever rid of the issue or is coping all I have?

The fact that since my fingers can't stop typing I know I will only allow myself 30 mins of intense late night creativity and then make myself shower because showering helps me calms my twitches only shows how deep into this rabbit hole I've gone.

Average idealist me would like to think one day I could really be normal.

Crazy idealist me/pessimist me would say I would not be me and hate myself without the disorder and I will never get rid of this thing on my back.

But hell, honestly, I don't even know if this is about the **** disorder in my head right now. It might be about how long I've spent on this godforsaken planet and felt like I've impacted barely anything. I want to do things, I want to get out there and make some difference that eventually makes me feel like I am doing something worthwhile. Not just spending too much time in my day just so I can convince myself to go to sleep.

I've always hated the concept of sleep; its so much waste. We only have, if we're lucky, 100 years on this planet and we are spending at least 8 hours of each 24 hours in a day on ******* nothing? Its such a **** waste. One of the few things I truly do miss about the ******* crazy, I barely needed sleep. But now that I'm medicated and sort of relatively sane, I need the 8 hours like every dumb recharging bloke. God, I hate sleep.

I guess the less I'm around people the more I feel like I need to work my *** off to do something to impact and help and connect with others. This summer has become more and more solitary and I know, I understand nothing can always be Grace's happy fun sunshine friendship land. But for ****'s sake no wonder I was batshit when I was younger. I had even less of an impact on anything.

I need to find something.  I need to find something that connect me to people, even if indirectly. I cannot spend anymore ******* time feeling like its never enough, only to drive my *** back hard towards the crazy ledge I teeter on. I'm going to ******* burn out if I only keep on pushing. I love working towards being an author, its my biggest dream that I cannot wait to make true, but....

I might have to take a break from it to keep myself steady enough to get there. I might need to find another all consuming creative outlet to keep me from feeling like a **** idiot stuck in a box just twiddling her thumbs away. I love writing, but without people around who inspire me and make me smile its hard to keep on going when I can't get the feeling I'm bettering something. I know I am, but with every word my beloved novel feels more stale. I can't let myself hate the novel I believe could actually do some good, especially if its only cause the crazy can't take care of itself.

**** me for having to take out my biggest passion to cope with my own stupid **** head. But for a summer that gets me ahead in literally every other aspect of my life?

The love of my life just might have to take the hit.

You're my happiness and sadness
but lord knows you keep me planed.

For when you are near, I can see clear.
You're my clarity when standing in rain.

Here is –
To the people
That place others
In the toughest,
Most compromising,
Situations –
Stating that you are toxic
Would be an understatement;
No, you are much worse.

You are: the reason that, even the strongest of hearts manage to break;
You are: the reason that strong bonds separate.
And though we may not know the root of your reasoning,
We have reason to believe that you care for nothing but yourself,
And for everyone else, to you, their life has no means.

Here is –
To the men,
The women, and the children,
That cause the feet of others
To walk through trouble waters –
You are just another burden
That we wish, we did not have to carry.

Insecurities will **** and is going to **** me.

We were born as actors took the stage
I was only a heartbeat and hands
You were more than skin
We saw the jackals in the night
Gun headed children with powder fingers
A man on the hill shouting "death to the despots"
Falling bombs that feed no flowers
The turtle crawls slow
His jaw hangs open
We were born beneath the man made cloud
I was a dreamer caught in nightmare
You couldn't fall asleep
We saw the edge of a black hole together
Blood hungry for Armageddon
A man in a suit saying "follow me to war"
Metal raptors and steel claws
The birds fly south forever
And winter never ends