Learned Helplessness

I feel more lost than ever before. With the aid of my omnipresent LCD companions, I manage to find even newer means of dissociation, all the while ignoring my very own sermons about the pitfalls of its menacing grip. I've never felt like such a hypocrite. I struggle to maintain my tenuous hold on reality, as I desperately flee from the distasteful clutches of self-imposed anxiety. Momentary distractions allow me all too brief an escape from my betraying brain. I ache to be functional, but I succumb to the inescapable allure of denial and avoidance that haunt me even in my dreams.