The Only Ones For Me Are The Mad Ones.

“There is no such thing as a weird human being. It’s just that some people require more understanding than others.”

Stranger: “I bet you can’t wait for tomorrow.” Me: “…Why?” Stranger: “Because you get more beautiful every day.” Weirded out but appreciative.

I don’t know what has triggered it but lately everything existing outside of my own head seems less and less real. I’ve been spending more time in my mind than this Reality that my body has been placed in. The more time I spend thinking about the possibility that all of life is an illusion, the more carefree and content I become. All of this is either an illusion or, at the very least, temporary anyway. Some kind of freedom is released once you realize that nothing really matters. Suddenly I can do anything.