I’ve learned to drown it out. Mostly.

They echo in my head like a silent cacophony, the throbbing intensity slowly driving me to madness.

Two years can do a lot to a person. It can destroy them. The first time I went into the marketplace after realising I was cursed nearly killed me. I remember the amount of soul crushing thoughts, assaulting me from everyone. I remember my knees buckling and the tears. My hands ripping at my hair, desperately trying to escape the confines of my own head, filled with the thoughts of others.

Now it is a blur, a dull throbbing in the back of my skull, increasing in pressure in the company of others. And knowing everyone’s deepest secrets comes at a cost, doesn’t it? I’m sure I will go mad. It is only a matter of time. The human mind was not meant to contain more than one person’s thoughts. My mind is not meant to feel as though it is being ripped apart from the inside, seams bursting. My sense of being is not meant to crumble from the amount of thoughts in my head, challenging my morals and shattering my emotions. I sincerely hope madness comes quickly, as long as insanity brings peace I shall welcome it with open arms.

I know not how much of this is me and how many foreign thoughts have slipped into my writing. I don’t know any more. Insanity looms closer still…