Quarentined insanity

It’s hard to be happy. Somehow people manage. At least to fake it. But if you fake it long enough maybe you’ll be so fortunate as to go slightly insane, that way your forced smile becomes a real one. And you’ll think life is great. I might’ve hit the opposite however. 

Can’t do anything, can’t see the things i took for granted, can’t experience the things i thought i was gonna.

 This’ll be the death of me. Not literally, save your sorrow for those who do, for the graves of those that weren’t fortunate enough. They need your sorrow and attention, don’t let their memory fade away.

 Fate isn’t always a nice guy is he? He isn’t picky. Or maybe fates dead, killed by some epidemic long ago and now there’s just some universal raffle for who goes and who stays. 

Probably not. I am religious after all, but it often seems that way. Especially after your brain turns to mush from not eating more than a small breakfast for 2 weeks and not sleeping for 3. That’s when delusions and hallucinations set in, at least for me.

Fun times. I’m not depressed. It seems a lot of people here are though, for them I wish the best. if it helps, know that it’ll add more soul and more depth to your future writing.

For me the most it did was give me a nice little memory where I was dead convinced that everyone hated me, even my girlfriend no matter how many times she said she loved me. Again, not depression. Just a mild hallucination episode where no amount of logic could sway my malfunctional brain.

I’m really not sure where i was gonna go with this. I can’t believe you even read this far. It seems more like just a mildly sad ramble about the new quarantine life than any real writing. But whatever, stay happy. Look at a picture of a panda. Have a nice day. ❤