You’re looking so deep into my eyes. I’m looking at your pretty little mind. Encouraging the words to come out of your mouth.

This is engaging me like no other. The feeling is elastic. It reaches everything I’ve wanted. To know you. I don’t know you, but I know you. All of this joy from a simple little pill, the fake pill. How could I have never thought of this before? So many minds are succumbing to their disease no matter what dosage I give them.

Except you. You have no disease. You have nothing. You are lying. You are pretending. Maybe you aren’t lying. Maybe you do believe. I don’t care. I hate you. I hate your type. Don’t lie to me like this. Prove me wrong. You just can’t, can you?

Is it me who’s going crazy here? I’m losing it. I just want to hurt you so bad for doing this. Couldn’t you trust me? Will you trust me? Can you trust me to just hurt you until your mind breaks? Trust me, please?

Stop ignoring me. Answer me! Answer me, dammit! Say something. Don’t just sit there. Take the pill and answer!