e̦͙͓̿̃͛ͅg̶̙̗̖̥͕̩̝̥̪̫̠͎̩͈̿̇͑ͬ͆͐̅ͬ̈́ͧ̑͝͡͡ͅó͚͚̲̖̜̬̩̫ͣͤͤ̓̉̏ṭ̪͕̤̬̜̳̦̲ͪ̒ͯͬ̂ͣ̈́͛̈́ͣ͗͢͡͞i͚̗͚̘ͤ̓̾̏ͫ̕_͍̬̀ͯͯ̉̈́ͣs̗̄m̸̶̶̸̶̵̢̧͔̹͔͔̳͚̭̭̖͔͉̠̣̪̹͍͙͇ͤͤͧ̉ͪ̃̎̊ͯͮ̐̄̋̅͊̑ͬ͟͞͠ͅ

The feeling of the constant torrent of thoughts and visions of the mind are a constant distraction from the abstract yet solid truth. The voices that call my name tempt me away from the path of life that I must not stray from. A ever-lasting torture chamber called the headspace that is going to be stuck with me until the day my conscience escapes me with death, but not even that is known. The complexes of my mind are constantly fluctuating to the extent I don’t know how to tell who I am anymore. My sense of EGO is practically nonexistent due to the fact that even to myself, I am nothing in the entire scope of the universe, just an ant on the planet we call earth. Someone of who you can step on, crush, torture, and burn with the world constantly going on around me, unbothered. Alas, something that can never be compared.