It seems like more and more of what I used to be is drifting away from me. I am still not entirely sure why.

Even today, I find myself aware of a pleasant thought loop. This isn't unusual, as I would historically find my mind in such a state after a night out socializing. However, it seems like it has been a very long time. On top of that, the shape of the thought it unusually thin: There is no form to the dream, only a feeling.

No matter what form the dream takes, it is always empty torment. There is no warmth or pleasant version of reality, anymore. Memory is one thing but pleasant dreams are only torture.

I hope I don't last much longer or, if I must remain here for a time, I hope to find that I am not living in reality but a poisoned prison painted on the inside of my skull, which can ultimately be escaped,
...Nights