The world is driving me mad.
I'm hungry, and wanting more.
ALWAYS WANTING MORE.
Just like everything, and every person around me.
More more more more... Greed consumes me.
But everything I gain, everything I have isn't enough.
Everything I own and everything I swallow, I want to throw up.
I want to throw it all away yet have EVERYTHING.
Am I mad? Or simply like everything around me?
Is there even a difference?

Well.. I suppose yes, maybe.
No mad person can possibly understand that they are, indeed, mad.
They can't possibly own up to the possibility that they're crazy.
Could they?
Could I confess to my.. Psychological issues.. Here? Now?
I know I'm not perfect, no, no one can possibly be perfect or even normal.
Theres no such thing.
But could I say I'm even farther beyond all of that?
A "perfect" combination of greed and insanity.
Always wanting yet wanting nothing,
confusion as to whether I'm insane or not yet always knowing..
Always knowing that I could take the next step into insanity if I wished to.
I already drive people back into a black abyss of fear.
Why not take the extra step and keep walking from there?
After all, I could, if I wanted to...