How do you tell a loved one that you're afraid you're losing your mind?
There's no logic to this thing that creeps in my mind, only this feeling of unholy rage that festers deep within, unable to escape, like a pot left to boil with its lid strapped on too tight.
How do you tell someone who lives in a perfect world that something is wrong?
Would they even believe you if you did?
That's just the problem. I am Loki Liesmith, the greatest liar who ever lived.
And no one believes a liar, even if he tells the truth.