As I started typing this up I realized I may be on the verge of another breakdown! What a pleasant discovery. At least it won't catch me off guard. Crushed underneath everything, pressed at the chest. Breathing cut off from brain. I don't know where my mind is. I don't know what I want and who I want it from, my hopes and wishes keep passing by me with a vague glance in my direction, only to draw me near but itself draw nearer to something else. WHAT THE FUCK!? But my hopes are never very high to begin with, not anymore anyway. Society has taught me that what really matters in life is how you look, so unfortunately, I'm out of the rat race an