Its been happening again lately.
I cant always tell whats real, whats not, what happened, what didnt.
Sometimes its little things, like, did i really talk to my brother last night on the phone. Or did i really get a rash from my medication?
Sometimes its bigger issues.
Was i really molested? Did i really press a knife up to my throat? I lay in bed for hours last night, my brain was on full speed.
I made up all these scenarios and they come true sometimes.
I feel okay now, but when I lay down, the thoughts get louder.
Thats why, i hate to sleep.