Thank you, brain. 

Like, if I didn´t have enough not thinking while awake to now have to worry about my dreams to be a new source of anxiety and distress. All those smiles literally I cannot take. 

When you start feeling it, you know you need to leave the room and go outside. Only there is no room, there is no outside, and you cannot scape. Everything happens within your fucking head. 

And that is just twisted. I am not having it. 

But again. How could I avoid it. How. 

It´s the price to pay to be free at least in your dreams, that “free” never comes free and that is our burden, my friend.