This is what happens when her and myself can't control ourselves. When I argue with her STUPID actions and she laughs at me getting tense.
I write:
Get me some medication, for I am completely beginning to let go of all composure I have held onto for so long. My eyes are glossy, my hands are clentching and my face is pocelan. No one knows. There are thoughts I think that should only remain thoughts and should not be shared with anyone. My stomach eats itself inside and out from these secrets that I have swallowed. I cant control this urgency to scream or beat down something, anything. I am in a totally realized state of insanity. As if I was the mirror to my body watching myself become my altar self, "Hello Hyde". She knows how to live her life and destroy mine in the process, yet her being will eventually become the excuse for my selfish actions - though I don't see how they are really selfish if they still don't benifit me in the end, only half of me (her) and only in that one moment. I question everything around me, but now I question myself and can't seem to find answers. Seems there is no answer, and will never be one.
Crazy isn't that improbable when both Jekyll and Hyde simultaneously have a panic attack.
