What my 18-year old self said this day…

It has become a sickness. It has swathed all but the remaining parts of my body, which kept screaming the word “sanity” at this very moment. I’m close to a cadaver…lacking the defining psyche…only that I’m still breathing…moving. I take in air like any hearty swig, and let it teem my mind with reality so that I could still stand on my feet… I feel like I’m dragging everything else as I move…

Moods…Or something worse is plaguing me. And I can’t stop it from spreading through every fiber of my being.