Thinking on Eggshells
The thought of someone else having what I had invades my concious and tampers with the already imbalanced chemicals, further poisoning my mind, causing me to act irrationally. Everything shuts down and I reach a level never attained. My emotions errupt at an all time high, I cannot deal with these thoughts, and yet they barge their way in every second, every minute, every hour of the day. And I cannot express this to you, because I don't think you'll ever understand how much you affect me, even when you're not around...
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