Psychiatric mind of mine

My mind is just like the Penrose Stairs...spinning and spinning and spinning. I don’t know where’s the end...it just can’t stop. I keep on walking...walking...walking...but I still can’t get my end. Where’s the end? When’s the end gonna appear in front of me? Should I keep on walking? Or should I give up and just stop at where I stopped?

Today...I realized something. Since the Penrose Stairs is in my mind...why not create an end for it? Why keep on walking...when I can create an end by myself? There...I can stop...and at the same time...finished. Maybe I can open the door at the end...and find another new world of myself. It gave me hope...it gave me hope...it really gave me… but then...what I got...was just another Penrose Stairs.

Guys...I knew y’all are really confusing...and some will understand what’s in my mind. But then...no need to worry about it. I’m the only one who’s gonna worry about it. Really. And in the end...if I didn’t give her a chance...I can’t give myself a chance. Therefore...no matter how many ends I created...it will just lead me to another complicated mind. Maybe I’ll just turn the other way round...look things more open-minded...there...I will find myself a new world. A new world full of beauty and innocence...a new world of pure friendship...a new world of dedicated life…...