It's an interesting thing really.

While my mind is a terrifying place it is also my happy place.

My mind is where my demons live and where I tear myself down.

Yet, at the same exact time, it's where I keep my hope for a better future. And a lot of fantasies that will never exist, but are what is keeping me going.

It's like having a blistering hot day with a blizzard going on.

Or spicy ice cream.

Doesn't sound very pleasant, does it?