A life of static
Ever since I was a little boy I was very dissident. I all ways rebelled against the normalcies of my environment. Unleashing hell through pent up energry and emotional distress. I've taught myself control now before it was too late, could have been the death of a friend or I.
You know the reason I acted this way for so long was because I learnt to associate everything that comes to me with static. I dissassociate, perhaps this came about because of the lack of family/nuture I had growing up. Perhaps the intrusive thoughts gave rise from my fathers genetics being schizophrenic.
The voices tell me it's bad so it all just becomes static. I become fearful of developing relations with people of any sort due to the paranoia. Lately they enjoy taunting me with thoughts of death. Pushing me to the edge, making me feel as if I were to fall off. As if I was dying, you can associate this to leaning back on a chair and having the feeling you're falling. Then take that feeling and have it last 3 hours, your mind starts to go to dark places.
As the paranoia grows so to does the static, there is no meaning anymore. Apathy rules, with a fistful of aniexty. I feel distant from everything. Like a shadow of ignorance, I may be seen but I don't see them.