I have finally reached insanity. My mind races nonstop yet I'm always in such a daze. Its not the drugs, but I do blame the medication. My depressed feelings I had before are still there, just in hiding, waiting for their chance to pop back out again. I still have the desire to die, self mutilate, and partake in various dangerous activities, but I dont because I just cant even muster up the energy to do so. My emotions are trapped inside this shell, I want to let them out so people can at leave view and understand my pain, but this shell is made of steel. Pysciatrist prescribed steel.