(i wrote this piece about ten days ago but i couldn't find the words to properly describe the state of madness at the end of the article. though i still don't think it's perfect - or even good - i just figured there's no matter in keeping it because i realy wanna tell you something here...so have a look, please)
it's very strenge to me telling the truth like this - without prevaricating and unvarnished.
i want to be normal and fine so desperately!
honestly i had the same silly mistaken - and you may even say idealistic - ideas about insanity as some of you maybe have. it seemed even kind of romantic to me to lose all the obstructions that keep your mind together. and definitely like a thing that would happen to a too talented sensitiv artistic type that is just misunderstood by the society.
don't believe that shit. being mad is creepy and unattractive.
for one or two days you may lay in your bed looking awful, draw dark chaotic pictures and listen to loud sad music but then it all turns to a fake cheesy mask and you have to put it down sooner or later. and you find yourself alone in the world you once knew completely empty and chased by your own self.
and the worst thing is that your mind is working more intensively and sharply than ever. but it makes no sense and you mostly don't remember much.
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