Sometimes I think I'm going insane.
Other times I think I'm being dramatic.
Both thought patterns are seemingly logical.
But they can't both be right.
.... It feels like insanity.
If there's a hell, I think being in my head is where it's at.  
"Welcome to Hell"
right on my ******* forehead.
I hope I'm not destined to depression for the rest of my ******* life.
I asked the Universe for a sign.
I **** you not, it illuminated the "No".
**** me, right.
I don't know. There's no reason to be upset.
No clouds. So no silver lining.
Just nothing.
Floating down the depths of dark abyss in which nothing is felt under an ominous ebony cloud of are you ******* kidding me why am I writing no one's reading this anyway.