I don't know. I really don't know where this came from. I was going to bed, and then suddenly, the first line hit me like a bolt of lightening and I knew I had to write it. It's weird, it makes little sense, and yet, I quite like it. I may be the only one though...but anyway, please read and review, and to the four people who are waiting patiently for me to update Smoke and Mirrors, Fools Rush In, And Now For Something...ah, hell, all of my stories, I'm getting there, honest! Smoke and Mirrors should be up within the next few days! But until then, kisses! Please read and review and I love you!

I do not own friends/actors/characters/ but I do own a terrible case of hayfever at the moment...oh, I feel soooo crappy, my nose has been continuously running from the moment I woke today...ech

Sometimes I truly wonder if the overzealous ramblings of my crowded mind are there to prove what I already suspect.

The thoughts, on and on, never stopping, never halting, never even thinking about taking a breather.

On and on they go, and never making sense; never settling me, never letting me have at least one moment of blissful silence.

I suspect that I'm losing my mind.

There isn't much basis for my suspicion, but I know what I know, and I'm almost sure I know this to be true.

I need help.

I don't know if I can cope anymore.

I need help.

The overzealous ramblings, they are not your general ramblings. They do not belong to that of a genius, although it's been said that all intellects are insane in their own special way. If they weren't born insane, they would most likely die insane. Having so much knowledge, it's a terrifying thing, and something that overcrowds the mind, making it succumb to whatever whimsical terror the brain might concoct.

I am in no way a genius, although I am smart. Perhaps I am as crazy as a man of my intelligence can be? If that is the case, I feel pity for any man whose brain surpasses mine.

I need help.

I will not receive it; not now, perhaps not ever. With insanity comes stubbornness, and I refuse to show any weakness, not even to the five of them. Not even to her.

Especially not to her.

If she knew what I was thinking…well, it would be a miracle. I don't even know what I'm thinking; I haven't for so long, it's too crowded, too many voices, all scrambling for their chance to shine, to take place at the top, if only for a moment.

To be heard.

I need to be heard.

I need help.

I'm drowning, without a hand to grasp onto.

Why am I crazy?

I don't know.

Why do I suspect it?

I can't comprehend.

But I am, and I do; that thought is as clear as the sun on a warm summer's day. That thought breaks through the barriers, making itself known, even through the overzealous ramblings that my crowded mind holds.

I need help, but help is not to be had.

The overzealous ramblings will remain, and soon I fear they will grow. Grow until I cannot take them any more. Grow until…

I don't know.

And that clear thought terrifies me, but is soon lost among the voices once more.