I’ve been walking around with an invisible noose around my neck for the past 4 years. The bottom end always falls out or someone kicks the chair right under my feet. The bottom end hasn’t fallen out in a while and well I don’t let anyone fuck with the legs of my chair anymore. What is predictability? It’s having gone through enough shit to know exactly how shit will go down. This noose is getting tighter and tighter with each day. I feel utterly suffocated by my own thoughts. I don’t even need a noose. Just leave me in a room alone long enough and I’m sure my thoughts will drown every ounce of sanity I have left. I don’t know how much longer I can be this person. I’m fucking sick of it all.