How does an individual know he or she is going insane?
First, there are the little changes. Changes in character that are mostly blind to the untrained eye start to surface. The only time you notice is when the change is complete, and you see the stark difference in persona staring back in the cracked glass of the mirror. By then, its too late to stop the process - all that's left is to choose to regress/progress (what is the difference?) or stay absolutely still.
You see an easy-going, fun-loving, thrill-seeking girl metamorphosise. A competitive swimmer, leaving all the boys trailing behind, starts to become afraid of water. The girl who sits on a banana boat with her family and tells the driver to go faster so they capsize, avoids any thrill whatsoever. She used to throw her clothes in a pile, not quite caring, because she knows she'll get to it and it doesn't make sense to spend so much time ensuring constant cleanliness - now she sweeps the floor of her room once, twice, thrice; everyday cleaning, everyday worrying.
She was praised for her imagination, winning nation-wide essays, getting on debate teams, garnering a reputation to not be messed with. Making friends, making enemies. Living.
to be continued
First, there are the little changes. Changes in character that are mostly blind to the untrained eye start to surface. The only time you notice is when the change is complete, and you see the stark difference in persona staring back in the cracked glass of the mirror. By then, its too late to stop the process - all that's left is to choose to regress/progress (what is the difference?) or stay absolutely still.
You see an easy-going, fun-loving, thrill-seeking girl metamorphosise. A competitive swimmer, leaving all the boys trailing behind, starts to become afraid of water. The girl who sits on a banana boat with her family and tells the driver to go faster so they capsize, avoids any thrill whatsoever. She used to throw her clothes in a pile, not quite caring, because she knows she'll get to it and it doesn't make sense to spend so much time ensuring constant cleanliness - now she sweeps the floor of her room once, twice, thrice; everyday cleaning, everyday worrying.
She was praised for her imagination, winning nation-wide essays, getting on debate teams, garnering a reputation to not be messed with. Making friends, making enemies. Living.
to be continued
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