Dec 18, 2006 09:49
My head has been an absolute fucking mess, and this is an understatement. A goldfish has a more reliable memory than I do, and at least a goldfish usually knows where he is.
I've woken up in a different place every day for as long as I can remember, which is not very long, but I have a feeling that my condition stretches beyond what my broken mind can recall. When I say a different place, it's not just a different room down the hall, or a different hotel across the interstate. When I say a different place, the first thing that jumps to mind is a different universe. Or dimension. And while I've never been a fan of such overused astronomy buzzwords, it's really the only way to describe even remotely what the fuck is going on.
I'm trapped in some kind of vortex. When I have a bad day, it's not some miniature raincloud that floats over my head, it's a roaring wormhole that chews me up and spits me out in a new alternate reality every ten seconds. My understanding of this world is more childlike and ambiguous than a serial killer's sketchbook.
For me to even begin to tell you my story is to bring an entire new meaning to the words "unrealiable narrator."