• I'm freaking out. Taking a slow and steady climb up into hysteria. Is this what it feels like? To finally lose it?
    It's not all that bad when you reconsider. I've always known I've been going crazy, but no one has said it out loud. Does this mean I can go on pretending?
    I'm okay. Well, that's what I'll say when they ask some day.
    Am I seeing straight? Was that our reflection in the mirror? It seems like it was only yesterday that you were here.
    I have lost it. But what is "it" exactly? I'm still me. Right?
    Reassurance. That is my only antidote. With that I may reach solid ground.
    If? Maybe? Uncertainty creeps in. It's funny how I never knew it until you weren't near.
    Hello? Whos there? I guess I should have known.
    Hysteria, I welcome you.