again, again, again.

i declare that i am cursed with the worst anxiety, ever.
i think about the most irrelevant things at the strangest hours,
it stresses me out,
i cannot control it--
but hey! drugs can.

i don't want to have to have
a pathetic dependency again,
but i don't want to feel very high
only to be brought down very low.

i am over-analytical,
neurotic,
particular,
(ir)rational;
but that's not to say i'm
not insane.