normality
I am back into a sane state of mind. Although I would have to admit that my insanity level yesterday was way beyond what one could accept normal, such as the amount of insanity should be enough to last anyone planning to venture a step away from normality a lifetime. The bruises I have managed to implement on my obese body have turned into an ugly shade of purple: something quite unpleasant to show, especially to social workers. Sometimes, the pain one could implement upon one’s own self amazes me, for sometimes, it delivers the greatest pains and gratification at the same time.
I am very scared. I am scared of so many things, and yet no heroes have come to my rescue. I wish the people who surround me are not easily frightened by the fierceness with which I try to cover up my fears and pains. The fears and pains which haunt me day after day, with hopes of a savior only in the form of death.
Is this being normal, or is this, again, being me (which, by the way, adds up to complete insanity)?