They, and by they I mean the therapists. You know, the wise ones, think I should get my thoughts out- share my stories and poems. They seem to ask all the right questions...kind of like pins. They stick you with them until your so coated with raindrop sized pricks of blood that you aren't even you anymore. Do I want to get better? Well, the logical answer to that would be yes. Who wants to be sick, to be mentally ill? So I'm trying this, not only for them, but for me. You know most of the time I don't even know what I'm thinking until I write it down. Social settings...that's when things like answering general questions gets tricky. I don't know...do you have a piece of paper? I don't claim to be interesting, an artist of sorts, or the next Poe. In fact claiming myself as a person is one of my...central problems. I've never blogged before, so yes I am a noob...or newb...does anyone know the correct spelling for that? Anyway, that's what I'm doing here.
COMMENTS
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Oktoberly
08:33 Nov 25 2012
Greetings,
It's noob, I believe.
Farewell,
~Oktoberly~
DjShipWreck
03:30 May 10 2013
do not worry you are fine, just because you do not conform to the norm, does not make you ill, I was told the same thing when I was younger. I turned out fine, well i am different, i think different and think way outside the box. What seems odd or not normal is who we are. I did find out that my genes had mutated, I know I sound crazy but i am not, well you get the point...If ever have any questions, just hit me up. You only have to care about one person in this life, YOU, fuck everyone else
shipwreck