Reality and fantasy blend as my mind deteriorates.
I haven’t had an easy life, with an abusive father and a mother who killed herself. Add Dion to that, the teacher I’m in love with, rejecting me and going crazy on top of it; things are far from great--even if they feel great sometimes. Sadly, those times never lasts for long.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me. All I know is I’m going mad. Everyone thinks it’s drugs, but it’s not. Is it?