what's good for your soul will be bad on your nerves if you reverse it.

i don't know how to feel. i am sick to my stomach with confusion with these fucking demons that go back and forth in my head. who are yearning to get out but i can't let them out. i ache to throw them up. i want to see them in a puddle at my feet but it's all in my head. they're still in here and they're very much alive. it's almost like they're laughing at me for fucking with my head and for me to continually let them take over my day. they've made their shelter on my shoulders and a playground in my head.