2009-03-06 - 6:21 p.m.
Jack Is Not Even At The Beginning
My brain is an electric synapse-neuron highway of blurred signs and lights.
So many things are tearing through me.
I am tearing apart.
Tearing angrily at the outside.
Tearing apart on the inside.
I feel like I am going to have a nervous breakdown. And I don't even know why.
The other day I felt like throwing my medication away. Then I thought about taking it all.
I wanted to be done.
But I know I am not even at the beginning. I thought about your face and realized at even the most unsentimental level possible, I still need you.
I still need this.
I don't know what kind of game I am playing here.
I don't know what I am doing.
Slowly I am starting to think sometimes you don't even know.
Jack Is Selfish And Self Absorbed - 2009-03-20
Jack Plays Therapist (And A Manipulative Little Shit) - 2009-03-20
Jack's Restless Secret Thoughts - 2009-03-06
If There Was, Would Jack Ever Come Back? - 2009-03-06
