an inventory has been taken of every belonging
An estimated valueif sold in event of emergencies
the only backup plan in case it doesnt work out
In losing all semblance of coherence to a former self
i am becoming the choices we're making

There are problems
problems with everything

sometimes it's like conversations are a waking dream
from a third party persepective
an audience to the self, you can almost see the sound traveling
wa constant feeling of anticipation, while all of the sudden you know whats going to happen.  these are the paranoias that filled your world. the neither eat nor sleep, they have no name. 
here in the worst i will become the best of them all, 
no more problems, problems with anything