The Schizophrenic

The realist tries to speak out but is drowned in the cries of self-wallowing pity by the self-oppressed depressionist. Somehow somewhere the realist is fighting, but his voice now too weak to be audible in the semi-torn mind of Eush. Soon the realist falls back to sleep, and the other depressed being in him takes full control gleefully. He forms a barrier akin to an invisible mental wall, blocking out and guarding against other unwanted positive emotions, like a sentinal who is afraid to leave his comfortable post which he has grown too emotionally attached and accustomed to.

P/S:WAKE UP LAH REALIST! YOU GOT A LOT OF WORK TO BE DONE! STILL WRITING BULLCRAP!