Im a lunatic. That has to be the reaosn Im so creative because I swear to god if I was normal half of this wreckage I spew out on paper wouldnt exist. One day I know Im going to lose my mind, snap, and become an entirely different entity. Wouldnt that be fun? To see a man walking down the street screaming at someone who obviously isnt there and carrying on a conversation as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Oh, its gonna happen. Theres no stopping it. Its just a matter of time before the decay of my mental state errodes the walls of balance and topples the foundation of sanity that I have grown so accustom to. When that happens I wont know who the hell I am anymore.

Good times. Good times.