Face of the demon
The last few days in, my head hadn't been the best place to be. All those thoughts stinging my brain, angry wasps demanding my attention. The medicines only keep some of the wasps away. So I have been writing those thoughts down here. Sharing with strangers the things I can't actually say to other people. This is the only place where I can let the mask go completely, because here I am anonymous. Another one of the many faceless bytes of data on the internet. Tomorrow, these thoughts will follow me. They will sting me again and again. But for a very brief time, I can escape them by putting them here. On the outside, I will be fine. On the inside, dying. And no one will know the difference.