Cuckoo Bananas?

Heartbreaking, Soul shattering confusion. Like the world is too bright, too loud and

too open. Suddenly you can feel every single hair on your body brush against your skin. Every itch, every ache, every pain. You yearn for stillness but she never comes to save you.

Over-Simulation. The absolute hell that comes with being alive. While, judging by the word it sounds bearable—like an overly-medical diease name—it is definitely not.

Its like being on fire and the extinguisher is just beyond reach and you are flailing and squirming to grab it but you just can’t. You continue to thrash and flay but the same thought is repeating and trumping any attempt of saving yourself. The siring pain, scorching your body as the thought pounds through your skull and all you can think is: I want to die.

Basically, it’s absolute and complete torment.

It's like you're in an over-drive. Your brain is moving so fast, it's frustrated that your body can’t keep up. Your motor skills have gone completely to shit and it's so thoroughly aggravating, you just kind of malfunction and start freaking out. Suddenly distinctly aware of absolutely everything, and it sends you into a fit of rage fueled confusion.

Suddenly your sport's bra is too tight and it's digging into your back, restricting you. You're sweaty, so your hair begins to stick to your forehead. There’s hair in your eyes, but it’s so small you can’t get it out. You're itchy, but you don’t actually know where. So instead of figuring it out, you just scream. And I mean scream. You just let it all out into the middle of your gym's parking lot.

Over-stimulation is life's verison of drop toture method. It's starts out with a frustration or annoying menial task you'd think you'd be able to do. Next your in the corner of your room crying hystreically becasue your too-long-nails couldn't pick up the nickel on your desk.

Or maybe I'm just insane.