Log #4: June 5
I am a monkey riding a unicycle on the pedestal of life because I AM JUST SO FUCKING AWESOME. I feel like I just curled up on blanket of utter bliss and am perfectly content with my life. I’m HAPPY, HAPPY, HAPPY, gimme some more of that yummy candy, yum yum yum yum, you know the one that makes me weird like this?
What do you want me to write here? It’s clear yet fuzzy at the same time. I see the problems. I’m just scared to think that they weren’t real. Please, I’ll change. I don’t want to be here anymore.
I’m dying.
No I know I’m not.
Can I just stop writing this? I don’t want to write anymore, I’m sick of it. I’m bound to explode. Please just let me go, doctor. I’ll be good. What do I have to say to get you to dismiss me? Whatever I have to prove, I’ll prove it. I can’t get any saner.
So I wish to request a dismissal from this place. I know my wrongs. I’m s k i n n y enough. My friends didn’t exist. I know that.
Thank you.
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Diary of a Schizophrenic (Maddening Series: Book 1)
Teen FictionEvery time I w.r.i.t.e, it's like dipping further into the InSaNiTy. I don't need FRIENDSSS when I have friends like Anorexia and Bulimia. They'll A.L.W.A.Y.S. be here for me. xoxo
