aioftheinsane

So here we are, in the mess of our own minds with no way to escape. Because how exactly does one escape their own mind? I certainly don't know of any ways that would be "doctor" or "loved one" approved. So we sit and we think. Now yes, we don't just stay sitting why we think because sitting makes the voices louder and the thoughts more chaotic. So no, we don't just sit. We stand and move. We talk, we clean, we sing and sometimes scream. We laugh at the appropriate intervals and sometimes even on accident. We cook and we fight. We cry and we listen. We always listen. We listen to not just our all consuming thoughts but to the world and peo

The drugs aren't enough. They can't compare to the babbling nonsense and the whirlwind and thrust of brainwaves, nah, definitely can't even parallel on any plat form or dimension. This magnanimous, resplendent speed is all that matters, while your hands shuffle on the keyboard and in the sink and through the papers with the pen and highlighters and the pages of books you're not really reading, but rather just holding to occupy this slot of time. Nothing can stop you. The medicine they give you turns to coal, it doesn't matter. Who gives a fuck? They're jealous of this speed. If they could lasso this tempo of time management you've mas

Chapter 1 "So can anyone tell me the square root of 1,659? No, well that's too bad. Rain, do you know the answer? Rain?" "Rai, snap out of it!" Kelly said shoving me in the ribs slightly. "Ow! Kel, what was that for!?" "Rain…" Ms. Bolton said tapping her foot and starring at me with her evil 'Darth Vader' look. "Oh, hi Ms. Bolton. Sorry, uhm, what was the question?" "What is the square root of 1,659?" "Oh, I'm sorry Ms. Bolton, I don't think I know that one." "Very well. But I do wish you would pay more attention to me and less attention to your daydreams. At least while you're in my classroom." "Yes Ms. Bolton. It won't happen