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I am just a thing, and I accpected that.
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20 years old
United States
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Schizophrenia, Dementia, Insomnia, Hypochondria, Psychotic, Bibliomania, Delirium, De-realization, Dissociative, Solitude, and The Absence of Human Activity
I eat, sleep, and breathe.
Sometimes all at once.
I feel like a statistic.
More number than a person.
I have an over active imagination.
In my world, it rains coffee and the clouds are made of asbestos that pulse smoke.
I wish I could see life as an old black and white movie.
I find comfort in distortion.
I enjoy things.
I also loathe things.
Not much of a difference between the two.
I divulge in the oddities, abnormalities, and imperfections of life.
Serial killers, mental instability, Tootsie pops
I'm a hypochondriac.
I am good at decomposing.
I do it everyday
It took 40 milligrams of adderall to write this.
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Caffeine/ Coffee, Collecting weird paraphernalia, Philosophy, My true friends, Videogames, Literature, Bring bad fortune however is around me, Ancient Civilizations, Energy Drinks, Photography, people that know how to have fun, to accpect the people for who they are. and it don't matter what your appearences is, and rebellion/Bandits.
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Headaches, Lack of trees, waking up early, when i'm late, Animal Abusers, The oppression of people, Authority/Hierarchies, Ignorance, Entrapment, Bad manners, Popularity and pretty such the world itself. Just look around you and you'll figure it out.
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I am a recluse. I am highly introverted, shy, and quiet. My mind wanders a lot which makes paying attention a difficult task. I draw masterpieces that even M.C. Escher would be jealous of in the margins of my notebook. There are times when I feel like I was born in the wrong decade. My enthusiasm for most things is minute. Contentment is persistent in my life. My iPod is my best friend. It goes where I go. Always.
I notice myself at oddest times, where I tend leave ground during the day. To get stretched within moments of spaciousness. Where I am not really here, rather somewhere finer. Cruising on auto-pilot. It happens. when I eat, When I read, or when I walk, especially when I walk without shoes. I’ll happen when someone is talking directly to me. To unleash a certain word or a phrase in half-awake stares, catapults my mind to off world tangents, some far off reach where blues are truly blue, where I can sometimes see the tarries dance in other spaces elongated through pulls in built expanses, enthralled I am and it might appear with
two judging eyes I am not listening – well – I am not; But it isn’t that I am attempting to ignore you or to find you boring, rather take it, a compliment, to you. In the highest regard I can impart. For you said secretly to me a morsel, a special something, called in memories. Here to pauses my formless painted thoughts. Inducing my soul to stir and propel me beyond this disposed moving current, found reality unbridled. In this Space. So I ascend. In me of you.
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