Idk: Just ideas yk?

A 20 year old blonde, doomed to a life of delusion, cannot escape his own mind. Living in constant terror, he's forced to face the wasteland of a world created by a cacophony of deafening thoughts.

It isn't new to him, but with every occurrence, it becomes closer to reality. And he fears, with time, he'll no longer be able to see the world for all its beauty, but rather as an oozing void. Crawling with creatures from his nightmares.

Call him insane, and perhaps he is, how can he deny it? When he can hardly look upon his friends without cringing at the way they melt into monsters of his own creations. It's not real. It's never real. But it feels so real. . . Why does it always feel so real?