Interesting thing, in the nightmare of the sweats in reality. Constantly on medication and looking at TV, filling out medical forms or being independent. It is one of those things that will eventually make you mad, and then you think of the reality of interacting with people. Listening to people, hearing them talk and hearing them go on and on? It is a bit tiring. It is one of those moments where the happiness comes out every so much, however in the depression of wounds and no one listening to you, who would? Who would believe the sanity in your mind and you think of the insanity.... Insanity, horror, gore and fear, ever taking a grip on you. Yet, you still smile, cry, and get back up.
