… I’m not well.
The sheer volume of thoughts and endless possibilities that have run through my head in the last 24hours has proven that to me. Each thought was more horrid than the last and they all end the same way, but which one is the most logical, that’s the conclusion my brain hasn’t come to yet.
Feeling backed in to a corner again isn’t a welcome feeling. The jackals are surrounding me, but they will soon find out a cornered fox is more dangerous than they know.
… I’m not well, I need help because normal people don’t think this way.