The thing that terrifies me the most about my dreams...much less my nightmares...isn't how realistic they are...but how realistic they FEEL.

I hate getting to this...place where I don't know if I've been talking to people or not...have had conversations.
God.
I'm a mess.

It has not been a pleasant twelve hours of freaking out...

If I live long enough to escape from here I am never returning willingly or alive.