Self-induced Nightmares

Right now, it’s a quarter past one. I should be asleep, I have to be at work in less than eight hours, have to leave in less than seven and a half. And I was on my way to sleep, but self-induced nightmares took my mind, and now I can’t go back. Self-induced nightmares… God, what a scary concept. Your brain starts down a train of thought, horrifying, but you can’t look away. And it’s worse—it’s a story, it’s a drama, you know the characters, you are one of them, but that doesn’t make the cruelty easier. But because it’s a story—catch 22. You can’t leave, not until it’s finished somehow, but it’s so horrifying that the longer you stay, the worse it gets.

Welcome to my brain. Glad you dropped by? Yeah, didn’t think so.