sometimes it’s hard to snap out of it. when you spend the whole day not talking, even to yourself, it’s hard to come back to reality. it’s hard to start thinking normally again, when all you’ve done for the past 12+ hours is listen to the voices of people you created. voices nobody else can hear yet. i’m having a very hard time adjusting tonight. i can’t seem to stop thinking in fiction. the story ideas come to me whenver i stop typing. my body can’t sit in this chair anymore, my back is killing me.

sometimes it scares me when i can’t snap out of it. i worry that someday i won’t come back. there’s nobody here to ground me. theres nobody to notice that my voice ran away and my eyes are afriad we won’t ever find it again.

there’s just nobody and when you spend the day listening to the imaginary somebodys roaming around in your head, sometimes you just need someone to throw you a line, to make sure you come out ok.