I think everyone needs to go insane at least once

In a character-developing way.

There are so many things you can't understand until your words truly don't meet anyone. In that moment when the safety you thought you had slowly falls to the ground and settles like a grackle feather. The smiles you once interpreted as kind are now malicious.

Actually, they were the whole time, you just didn't notice. It's like seeing your room through a mirror without the knowledge of things being inverted. No one can see that your room is inverted, but you know. You know that, despite things being put the exact same way you left them, that something is wrong.

Good luck explaining that, though.

People watch, you know. And people don't like it when you watch back, for some reason. Somehow, keeping to and being yourself is one of life's biggest insults, to some. The glass maze isn't made very opaque.

The air is thinner when people don't believe you. Oxygen doesn't flow through your blood quite right when your body is a piece of horror. A parasite, for sure. One that deceives others into loving it. Some days it tricks you. Not tonight, though.

I should've listened to the woods. The Call of the Void- ever heard of it? It calls you in there to never come back out. I'll write more about it later; it deserves its own blog.

There's a sickening freedom to realizing that people don't take you seriously. That they don't (more than likely, aren't willing to) truly hear the words coming out of your mouth. Freeing, but wrong. Like bending yourself out of socket. Like snapping your elbows backwards.

Try it one day. It really builds character.

But what do I know? I'm just a person inside of a person.