I'm not me. My body is just housing someone or something else. It's not me experiencing all of this. The thoughts aren't mine. It's telling me to harm. To do something. Faces are distorted. For a couple of seconds it looks like they are melting. Right off their face.
That smell is following me around. I can't escape it. It's so strong.
Shadows in the window, things crawling on the walls. What look like spiders and cockroaches.
I am not myself. I am someone else.