1 month. I hate everything, its time to let my medication take effect and surface. My mind hurts from the scrutiny of myself by the bullies. They talk and whisper and speak they dont hide. But me, Ill hide, ill wear a mask and change my face but no more. My eyes are opening and i am super connected. I sit in this isolation as my thoughts get smaller and smaller. Myself is only a repetition of the sins of what was. Shell now see that to boast is to hide. Why cant my life have been different, its too late. Im suffocating. I dont want to reach for the surface i want to stare into the abyss. To not be surrounded for once. Help me from succeeding.