As I reflect on the past, I realize how much suffering and trauma would've been prevented if I had the current medication I have today. I dreamed last night of being back at school but with the current prescription I have today. It felt much smoother and pleasant than it actually was back then. Shame I had to go through a period of utter madness just to get the medication I have today, which makes life almost like paradise compared to what it was over the years.

This world is filled with hostility. Hatred, violence, and little empathy. The practical solution for me is to isolate, Such a solitary life I expect at any rate. This world is my enemy. It made several want to die, right in front of me. I burned most of my bridges. To stability and peace, they were hostile leeches. And I don't want to save no more, I must put strict boundaries, Even at the cost of very few social possibilities.

To live in the world is to be constantly renegotiating a perimeter. We exist precisely at the boundary where internal consciousness meets external reality, which is a line where the chaotic, unceasing demands of the collective crash against the fragile, quiet architecture of the individual mind. This boundary is the edge.