Nothing's Impossible Except For Dinosaurs.

Every insane person you’ll meet will always say that the definition of insanity is doing something over and over again, expecting different results.  That great quote has turned into one of the biggest clichés of all time, because no one understands what they’re saying.  They also don’t know that ‘your’ is possessive and ‘you’re’ is ‘you are’ with an apostrophe. 
Maybe insanity is knowing you’ll produce the same results but not caring.  I’ve heard it takes more effort to care, but it is the most obnoxious vice I’d like to give up.  I once cared so much I stayed awake for three days, staring at the same spot on a wall.  I’ve convinced myself my skin was translucent in an attempt to stop thinking about what I was really thinking about.  I started smoking by purchasing a carton of cigarettes so I wouldn’t be so alone with my exasperation.  I enrolled to a community college so I could join the Peace Corps and do something with all the care my body had - so I could go away with it, so it could be mine in another country, in another time zone, in another climate.  But then I cared too much about money and what major I could possibly stand and I cared myself out of it.  I cared so much I lost twenty pounds in two months, I gave myself kidney disease and then I cared so much I yelled when my mother cried.  I cared so much I stopped crying; I cried so much I couldn’t cry anymore, and thought that meant I couldn’t care anymore, either.  But I did. 
I’ve read that you can get a prescription to Xanax by telling a doctor that you’re overwhelmed.  If whelm were a massacre, it would be over inside of me.  Just thinking about someone who has a slight idea that they are perhaps overwhelmed makes me panic, it overwhelms me, I don’t know where to trap myself, there’s nothing small enough.
I need to build a capsule that folds into itself.  Maybe I should take a physics class so I can invent some kind of time capsule that you step inside and become miniaturized.  You could push a button and fold down the layers of yourself until everything that should be better, is.  Until you can walk into a world of people who care just as much as you, who have to wear an eye patch over both eyes if you’re unable to be around them.  People whose world physically cannot continue without you, won’t make any form of sense, won’t function on a geographical axis without your care to combine with theirs.
I care so much about inventing that, I do not care to try.