Novel & Cerita Sanity Def

I was played. My sanity snapped.

I am sure that all biological sciences would agree with me that it is completely impossible, yet a part deep inside me feels like he’s telling me the truth but I am a person of logic, not instinct. Logic says that I am delusional yet Hull brought up a good point. Those suffering from such mental conditions don’t realize what they are going through to be abnormal. So that I doubt my senses and sanity is proof that I am sane…right? I sigh, rubbing the bridge of my nose. I can’t believe what a mess my life has become. How am I going to function if I can’t even determine what’s real or not?

Exhausted as I am, my mind is still racing a million miles a minute. No part of me has the energy to think. Hell, I’m lucky that breathing is a natural process our brains accomplish without asking. I can’t claim to be comfortably numb. Just too drained to be sad or mad. Even those base emotions are muddled with the overwhelming return of what it means to be Sani.

CHAPTER 89 SANTIAGO They say when madness is never just the state of one psychological state, it is the state of the heart as well. At this moment I wasn't even disputing the fact that I was totally insane. I was insane about everything, I was insane at the speed or was going at and I couldn't even stop it — I was insane about life, love and my lust. Everything looked like it was stuck in one part of my brain and I had to deal with it.

it felt really painful. God, why? The tears that started streaming down his face were making his vision blurry, making him bump against people who were walking. He didn’t even bother saying his sorry, and those people cursed at him, and thought of him as a jerk. But no, Sane didn’t care. Sane didn’t care if those people thought of him as the worst person in the world. He didn’t care if those people thought that he was a spawn of Satan himself, that he was evil incarnate, he didn’t care. Because when one lost someone, he no longer cared

Of my sanity. I have a bad feeling about this.

I don't want to panic but she's not moving "Oh uhm ma'am I'm so sorry," he says frowning, and a tear runs down my face. Sorry. Sorry is a word someone uses to tell you bad news and hearing 'sorry' from a medical person doesn't end well "What wh-" I start to ask what the hell is going on but Daniel's voice cuts me off. I don't even know what to do with myself. Tears are running down my face and I feel hopeless again. This was supposed to be a good day what the fuck is happening