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You see things that don't make any sense, and probably mean nothing.
That's right. Nothing. Hallucinations are only real when you acknowledge them, right? So like fuck are you even going to think about this any longer than it takes to finish this shitty sentence.
> Get dressed. Brush your teeth. Try to brush your hair. Fail to brush your hair: it can not be tamed. Go downstairs. Eat breakfast. Brush your teeth again. Shout a goodbye to Dad. Wait for bus.
> Board bus. Sit in usual seat. Get to school. Sit through boring classes. Eat lunch with friends. Sit through more boring classes. Board bus. Get home. Greet the Dad on the couch. Avoid a conversation with the Dad on the couch. Lock yourself in your room. Contemplate an empty and meaningless existence.
> Try to ignore the way the presence of everyone on the block is an incessant buzz in your head. Disregard the sound of heartbeats in your ears, the ever present tha-dump, tha-dump that follows you every waking second, thump thump thump thump-
> Fail to get much sleep.
> Rinse.
> Repeat.