" We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren't going crazy and someone else out there knows exactly how you're feeling. We want someone to explain things we can't.
It honestly feels like it. My thoughts are going crazy, anger, hate, heart ache. Im going to rip my hair out soon, Why in the heck is my mind doing this? Something subconscious is going on and I cannot tell what it is.