it feels like my mind is swimming in worm sour milk. All my thought are coated in this viscus negativity everything is meh . No one likes me and Time will tell if I get through this. Sometimes I fear the fear. The one that encroaches. I feel it coming ..its raw chaotic randomness full of misunderstood terror. I dont understand it, why must it be. Please don't put me through the nuthouse mill. Im so alone . Im so lonely , I miss her badly. Locked in the bowels of my own mind. Will I ever escape. My friends have left me , I dont blame them. All I have are my 2 kids who keep me alive for now. But for how long. I just need this to end. some people dont understand miss plath but i do.