Are They Really All Me?

In order to understand that the things going on in my head should not all be taken seriously, I have to separate them. To remember that not all of my emotions are perceived properly, I have to detach them. As a way of convincing myself that every flash should not be materialized, I have to cut it all up.
So how can I possibly be expected to put all of these teeny tiny little pieces of irrational nonsense together into one big bad of incomprehensivity and call it all: Me?
They don't just fit together like clockwork, because I'm designed not to.

"Hmm, I don't like the way my eyes feel ... like somethings in them .... I should try to touch my shoulder blades together, that'll solve it!"
NecroticTuna NecroticTuna
18-21, F
Jan 23, 2013