No seriously hear me out.

I am talking to myself. I am talking to inanimate objects. I am ticking of questions, debating with solutions and telling entire papers that we “got off on the wrong foot”. It’s rainbowing irrational and I am doing it anyway.

What the butterfly is wrong with me.

I haven’t heard voices yet, but I dunno, they might come soon. The house is empty now and I am talking to the standing fan and my table lamp. I’m telling it to brighten up because I can’t see anything when it’s so dark out. I am telling the wall that no one is listening to me.

I am becoming a crazy person. It seems like the only time I’m really rational is when I write down exactly how irrational I am, hence this. Go figure.

Somebody littlebirdies help me or shoot me.

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