The Scientology Commercials make life seem a lot better than it is.

Cut back. Retreat. Relive. Unbind me from this fierce
onslaught of emotion. Repress. Sear away. I’ll hid myself from. Cover. Hinder.
vanish this perception. Divulge. Uncover; appear. I can’t hide from this. My
thoughts lie in tattered ruins, scattered around me like dried leaves. They are
ready to ignite with the slightest ember. Anger, agitation, anxiety; try to
break out in self defense to wash away fear and confusion. My reality drops in
and squashes the like bugs. I know what is right, and how things should be.
Letting them be that way is another obstacle. Neatly arranged, my manicured
thoughts and preplanned life strangle me. I need to break free from my self
induced oppression. I fear without my structured safety (straight) jacket I will
drown. Confusion overwhelms a sane mind the same way guilt dissolves happiness.
The two do not compute, resulting in my breakdown. Breath. Reset; Reload. Wipe
down this outdated and overloaded hard drive and start a-new. Rewind this
favorite tape and try something different. Inhale. Exhale.  Repeat.