I can't explain too well. The desire to articulate my thoughts is great, but likely not very relatable. Or is it? My need, my need! I just need to be in control or else my mind becomes corrupted with my body soon to follow. What a toxic desire it is.

The intrusive thoughts don't stop. Make the voices stop. 

Sleep is the only reprieve I have from myself. 

Oh how I wish I could sleep forever.

Why don't I sleep forever? 

I need to talk to someone who needs me.

How sick it is I only live for power

Make it stop, make it stop

Why can't I just be nice to myself

 And suddenly I don't feel like I'm enough.

And I pray to God that he'll let me be, let me go. 

For crying out loud just say goodbye to me already. I don't need to leave but I want to 

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I love you. 

I whisper it to myself every night hoping that somehow you will feel me. 

I love you.

Is there a chance in hell that you'd feel the same way about me?

I love you.

Here I am being an uncontrollable mess again. What am I, fifteen?

I love you.

What I'd sacrifice for just one moment of passion. I need you to give in to me.

I love you.

I want this so bad, it's driving me mad, my obsession. I'm obsessed!

I love you.

I'm mad! I'm mad!

I don't love you. 

What are the right words for me to say.

I like you.

Sometimes.

All the time.

I want you.

For one moment.

Just give in.

I need the satisfaction to move on.

Don't say no.

No.

 If you don't manage to begin lucid dreaming, it's better to just wake up from your nightmare. Unfortunately I can't wake up. I am stuck. Help me.