Down we go away.

There are two distinct parts of me. I can feel them both. One stays in reality and the other in my world. Growing up, the two always overlapped. One never overpowering the other. Equal balance. Now they're slowly drifting away from each other and I'm torn between them both parts of me are dwelling in my world now, holding onto reality by the fingertips. I don't know how much longer I can last. I find myself wondering if what I'm seeing is actually there. I swear I have worms in my wrists and my feet. I can see them. They crawl up my arms, making them numb with pain. I want to cut them out but I'm afraid they won't actually be there. Or I won't be able to find them and I'll cut up my arms and feet for nothing. They itch like mad, though. I want them gone.
I'm being so drawn into my world that reality means nothing to me anymore. I don't know why I pay attention to it anymore. It's so boring. Some days I completely give myself over to it. My synesthesia is strongest then. It's kind of like a screen from reality. It's getting harder and harder to come back to reality. It give me headaches. The kind where you just want a vice put on your head so it doesn't explode. They're what make reality physically painful. Nothing helps them either.