My god!
I'm so lost!
I don't know!!
Oh... this is bad.
Shit, I shouldn't be like this,
What do I do?
See, this is how you know
Someone's going crazy.
This is a sign of depression
Of deteriorating mental health
and 500 other things that are wrong with me
non-physicall.y
I can't decide.
I can't be happy for me.
I can't make best friends.
I can't maintain relations?
I can't be friendly with people and stay that way?
Oh
NO!
I'm gonna be a sociopath!
Watch, you just wait and see!
Oh.. GOD! WHY?!?! how did I get this way?
I'm desperate, I'm needy, I'm always unsatisfied.
I don't have permanent goals and no true wishes for myself.
This is the result of lost ambition.
This is lost spirit.
I want to be free and artsy but I don't want to live that way.
I'm aquiring OCD, ADHA, dyslexia, asthma, and I already can't smell.
Wo
w!
I'm becoming less social, I retreat online more and more...
This is bad.
This is reallly bad.
If I were my own therapist,
I'd know what to do with me.
I'd know what to say.
But me?
I can't follow those instructions!
I can't brainwash myself!!
HELP ME! BRAINWASH ME!!
I need to just chill.
Just chill. Now. Good. That's better, right?
No. Fuck off.
Maybe I'm already battling depression.
Undiagnosed, yet forever present.
I'm in denial and yet I'm confronting it..
sort of.
Well, now i can add bipolar to my list of oddities.
This is why I need someone to talk to.
No, not just about stuff, but someone
I can trust to help me make decisions.
No, not someone who asks leading questions and guide
Me over to my own decision - I need someone to be my brain.
No, I need a pensieve.
Atleast dumbledore's got it right.
Or at least as exact as random events would be. Even vultures would do good to eat their own blood. The zombies have it right - no one would ever bother you if you’ve got the guts to eat blood, fearless to walk through any obstacle and allow others to hurt you without the slightest hint of pain in your face. You will struggle until the end, until you’ve reached your goal and even then you’ll go for more. You’ll go above what’s expected and surprise all who question your abilities. Vultures? Now they’re almost there. But then again, what good are vultures? They urinate as they like. But who can blame them? They’re are birds of the wild. Death circling the world and eyeing its next prey. They stare down a weak one. They wait, looming over it. As the last ounce of energy leaves the body, it becomes a free for all. Perhaps these vultures know it bettter than us. Why kill our food and have blood on our hands when we can wait for them to die? If we waited, we would be recycling for the earth rather than threatening the world when we eat. Vultures. They’re smart too. They know not to eat live prey. Prey with spirits and energies flowing through their veins. That stuff is toxic to the mind and body. It will poison you, and suck your souls from the hearts of all who ingest them. One body only has room for one living spirit. Adding another’s so directly in consumption would mean to overwhelm the natural capacity for energy. We say all this cannot be true. We say “Science!” It shall prevail, solve every riddle and allow us to do as we wish. But it cannot explain everything. It is wrong in every aspect of itself. Science. It does not know about the energy of a body. It has yet to discover the true meaning of life. We are primitive in our exploration and perhaps never will find the answer to why live at alll. Silence the science that has blinded our view of the world. We have such great potential without relying on silly studies like science and math. There are things more important and greater than this. Things.
