Temporal dead zone where clocks are barely breathing,

I dont write shitty posts like this a lot but this case is an exception once you're catapulted with an alien domain where familiarity is foreign towards everyone.

What ticks me off the most is that your crowning assumptions and theories barely sum up to that miniscule lightbulb you've nurtured in your head of me. As though you are cognizant of the norm in the likes of terrors and palettes of malaise that runs my conscience. 

I've housed a cerebrum awash with doubts and contrived simpers,you can only smile for so long after that its just teeth. The what if scenarios of yesteryears mentally re-enacted in the most distorted ways your creative mind could paint. Its akin to static echoes that ive endeavoured to quell, and the ceaseless labyrinth in which there were a myriad of physical and mental encounters of what is good and what isnt. Its being flung into  hedonism and whats beyond this world itself. It aches and attempts to float to the surface to make itself apparent,seeking aid. All to no avail. I was constantly in the domain of something asphyxiating. It reached the pinnacle of where pacing around my own four walls and relying on the puerile need to have self-comfort by gnawing the tip of my finger was rendered obsolete.

How can you be so conclusive of me? Catapulting conclusions and assumptions as if you've explored every spectrum of my post adolescent worries? What i made apparent is the facade ive proficiently maintained for eons,and thats what your sights tells you. What it sees.

You barely have a modicum of idea of what i consist of,what builds me and what i am.