My tonsils are planning a coup

I can hear them.
In my head.
I mean, not like the voices. Those are okay, I've learned to tune them out. I mean like real echoes inside my brain, like when you're breathing heavily and you suddenly realise and you look around to see if anyone noticed.
They're talking about overthrowing the brain. They go on and on about how policy has been politicized, and legislation is completely for shit ever since we decided on that non-specific "no red meat thing."

They think the administration is weak, and they have no qualms about doing whatever they deem necessary.

They won't listen to reason. They just feed their own hatred and anger. They fester in their lymph and try to try to rationalize their behaviour. God, how did we get to this point? It's all coming apart.

I think they've got the spleen with them.

Please, what do I do?

I did a terrible, terrible thing

did something awful.
I traveled back in time and altered my past.
I witnessed an alternate existence. I saw... the passage of time unfold in a series of events outside the current causal sequence as we perceive it.
I have sinned.
I have played God with my own reality, and reached into a parallel universe where there is no place for me.
I have participated in personal histories that are not mine to share. I have memories of things that haven't happened, that could not happen. My mind is ripped in two with this co-existence of a life not my own!
I have rearranged the very fabric woven between people through actions of their own choice and fate, and attempted to thread my own tapestry upon it.
Oh, God, what have I done?
This is not real.
This is not my reality.
That is not my universe.
This is not me.
That is not me.
They are not mine.
Nothing is.
Shit.
What have I done?

My mind

wants out.
It thinks it can do better inside someone else's head.
It says it's put up with my shit for long enough, and it's time we saw other organs.
I try to suggest a break. Or maybe therapy. But my brain says we tried that once, and it didn't go anywhere 'cos I wasn't committed, that I just kept rehashing the same old shit about my parents, dodging the real issues.
I try to calm down my mind, because I know it's our destiny to be together. I know that the hardships are irrelevant, they are only lessons to be learned. There is no material world.
It tells me to cut the crap and get a real job. Get some respect for myself, look at me.
Well, fine. We'll see how well it does out there without me.
Consider our relationship over. I'm asking it to leave tonight and please take its stuff, there's nothing left for it in here.

And take your goddamn ganglia with you, you lousy piece of gooey cabbage.