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Just felt the need to say it.

I go up, I get down—I get depressed—because I am a fucking psychopathic, schizophrenic mess.

I go manic, I want to die, I want to breathe and see what's down the line.

I'm secure in the knowledge that I am probably the most insecure person I know.

I am stable in the simple fact that I am completely unstable and destined to snap at any given time.

I am sure in the pure certainty that I am unsure of anything going on around.

I want to rule the world... I want to cure and fix everything I feel is wrong.

Everything is wrong.

I lose track of the days—never knowing if I'm coming or going.

I sleep too much.

I stay wired far too long.

I cannot, for the life of me, get my mind to stop.

They talk to me constantly.

It's like a continuous commentary inside.

I dream of things in delusional, catatonic states.

I dream of love and comfort, of suicide and murder, of the past, present, and future.

I believe I can change things, with words, with action, and with thought.

I am a diety.

I am a novelty.

I am here.

I am there.

This is MY heaven.

I enjoy it.

I loathe it.

I revel in it.

Whatever it is.

Where ever it started.

However it happened.

I adore...