Guys. It's like I'm psychotic except everything seems very real and makes
sense. There are no voices, no distractions, no lethargy, no akathisia, no
noisy mind. Just peace and serenity and terrible dismay.
My whole life seems to have been one long, bass-ackwards attempt to get
laid.
The women were right. All my thought structures, which are the only things I
always thought were good about me, have been so much peacock-strutting. In
themselves they have no value. And I never wanted to admit it to myself
because I didn't want to accept that THE WOMEN WERE RIGHT.
I'm both at peace and devastated right now. It's impossible that I've been
ripping myself off of the only thing I ever wanted for more than 30 years.
Miki