sometimes i think i’m going crazy. it’s just the little things, like not understanding the concept of time (how does it travel so slow/so fast sometimes? is it all a lie?  d’you figure that maybe the way we measure it isn’t right? that units of time are always unique and that to limit an amount of it to a fixed number — 60 within 60 within 24 within 7 within 52 within 365 —, might be a mistake? d’you think that maybe we, petty human beings, are attempting to give it limits and units to something which cannot be kept track of? i think maybe. or else i really do just have trouble grasping the whole idea of it and have decided to blame my shortcomings on humanity, which… would suck), like forgetting whether or not something happened, like separating dreams from reality, like developing a sincere hatred for something simply through loving it too much, like … kay i’m sick of listing the shit that makes me feel insane.