Maybe I am

... Just a little bit crazy. Sometimes I go back or I notice as I write, be it an entry or a momentary stanza, I sound schizophrenic. Like I'm hearing voices. Making up scenarios and stories. Completely losing my mind. There's always so much going on in my head at any given time. It seems exhausting to me. I should be tired and truthfully .. I am. I'm sick of the voice in my head. I'm sick of the frame by frame, word by word ... Montages that come up what seems, every , waking .... Moment.

About everything and nothing.
I'm sick of hearing me all the time. Of doing things I ask myself not to do, feel, say, see. Think. I just. I'm tired of trying to perhaps convince myself I'm not crazy.

Because maybe I am.
Sent from my iPhone