dreams and violence

i dont want to wake up early.
i dont want to live here anymore.
i dont want to sit at a desk for the rest of my life.
myself is all i ever think about.
with the exception of about 23 hours of my day
when all i'm thinking about is you.
you tear at my mind almost constantly.
the words you've written force their way into my thoughts.
it all seems crazy but its true.
and the way you ignore me sends me into a god damn hospital,
spending 3 hours a day talking to a psychiatrist
about how this isnt real. you never even saw me.
you never looked at my hideaway.
you never responded to my random IM. "nice site".
you never called out ninja in front of thousands of people.
that never happened? bullshit. it all happened.
and there's no way that some psychiatrist can prove it didnt.
i will prove them wrong. whatever it takes.