I think it might be a Monday, I irony of what that used to mean makes me smile though the pain. A bad case of that Mondays, that's what I have. I push my bare back agenst the wall. The tacky feeling of my blood on the jagged concrete as I shift my position once would have driven me mad, now it's only a vague afterthought. the pain, the pain will keep me alive, alert, well at least awake.
I can feel the spike now, like a snake swimming in my head. they say the worst part about being exposed to a spike it that you know it, sometimes. Sometimes the insanity is so clear so tangible, that you sit in your little corner of your brain and scream at yourself to stop whatever it is your doing. the more you scream the more control you can get, but it is a cruel joke that the virus plays. the spike clears it's recent history and with it your memory and you can't remember the past week. and once again you can no longer tell what is real and what is paranoia, what is truth, and what are lies, you have to sort out all over again, if you even care to. You can only wake up alone with no idea how you got there so many times, before you just stop caring and let the insanity take you.
more to come...recommendations plz
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