In this monologue, Jacob talks to a close friend about what he has been mentally experiencing.
JACOB: My mind is beginning to slip like a car transmission that’s on its way out. I notice it when I talk. I hear myself. I see myself.
I watch as I try to cover up the choppiness of my words—sentences. I watch as I try to smooth it over so I don’t look obvious to who I am talking to. I’m not sure if I get away with it.
I was sitting on some stairs outside when I realized that I couldn’t focus my thoughts. Things kept popping in and out of my brain without me having any control whatsoever. This never happened to me before. I felt like something was lose in my head. It got to the point when I spoke out-loud to NO ONE—just like the crazy people do. And for a split second I almost admitted to myself that I was crazy, too.