Actually, my original post was a mistake. I'm onto something else now. I'll probably forget that in a few minutes or hours.

Yet the title still stands.

I have no stability right now. I jump from one internal crisis to another an an unprecedented rate. Memories rip me apart, ideas and fears and suspicions keep me nailed down. I trust nothing, I'm afraid to do anything. I'd love nothing more than for someone to pump me full of drugs and set me on a course of life, because the only other way to peace is to die, and I'm scared to die right now. I have no peace. I don't know if I could ever find it.

I write so much because my mind is overflowing and I can't take it. It's not even productive, it's all hate and fear and envy and rage.

Help?