I was perfectly comfortable with myself, but not any longer.
I lose sleep over thoughts I’ve been having. I sleep about 2-3 hours a night until exhaustion finally overcomes my body and mind and I sleep normally for one night before returning to how I was.
I can’t talk to anyone. Who can be trusted with the innermost secrets of your mind?
These thoughts are changing me, changing who I thought I was.
I’ve become more of a recluse.
I don’t want people to notice I’m different than before, yet I act differently.
I’m more foul humoured, more intolerant of people.
It gets to the point where the gleaming edge seems like a nice alternative, where the air rushing past you in a free fall seems a release, where the End looks that bit more welcoming.