May 16, 2025
I’m exhausted—exhausted from fighting my own mind. The thoughts never stop. They scream, they echo, they cling to the edges of everything I see, everything I feel. I wish I could turn it all off.
My imagination was once a gift. It made me curious, made me dream. But now, it feels like a cage. It obsesses over every mystery, every unknown. It won’t let go. It spins stories I never asked for, drags me into spirals I can’t control.
I can’t rest. I can’t *escape*. And worst of all—I can’t stop it, Even when it hurts me. Even when it tears me apart.
I envy people who aren’t consumed by their own thoughts—people who can just live peacefully, without their minds turning against them.
Why can’t I be like that? Why am I stuck like this?
I just want to get rid of this curse… this chaos in my head.
Ahhh—my mind… the noise is too loud.