the reality of mental illness it's like something that follows you around with the sound during the day, it gets washed out, forgotten almost, the feeling is still there, like I said it follows you, it knows your friends and your favorite spots, when you are surrounded by new things it has to take it in, these are the times where I get to breathe, truly, then after it's not new it gets comfortable and the numbed out “fine” feeling is back,
