I think I need to stop thinking, because the black hole sitting in my head sucks in every little detail of every little thing that everyone I know does and in its cavernous belly, twists and turns it into something completely out of proportion. Some may call it paranoid, or hypersensitive, or extreme... but maybe everyone else isn't paranoid enough, or insensitive, or maybe just too mild. Is it really me?
snippet from Thoughts and Poems
Thoughts and Poems