Living a double life
I live life twice. One, is what people see. There is a physical and emotional balance in this one, with only a few moments of disconnection that probably make others think there's something weird in me. But mostly "normal". No worries, no panic... The other one is in my head. This is a life full of thoughts webs, lies, battles, failures and non-real decision. It's a life surrounded by punching bags, banging heads to walls and vomit. But it doesn't exist only in my head, it's not a life made only of thoughts. It's a real one. My body hurts. I feel the pain. I make sure it. I'm dizzy, I'm sad for no reason. I get angry if I text you and you don't reply or if you're rude... Because I'm tired, I'm living twice. Before you reply, I have created an absolutely reasonable building of circumstances and judges to explain why you're not texting me or what is moving you to do it. My nails become guns in this life and, as I have to manage ...