hey man, it's me - your brain... tadaaa. listen, ignore the hopsital windows, their vibrating colors, you're not going there, not even over my dead body, yes, you, you are my body, I will fucking die if you don't manage to PASS THE FUCK OUT SOON.

sincerely yours,
your void-in-the-skull

note: consider bullshitting some psychiatrists (carefully) into giving you strong non-soul-destroying sleeping pills. just kidding, I'm not thinking straight - alarm, lay down and relax or some shit, you... who am I talking to?