His Left Temporal Lobe Leaked

Chapter 17 - My Body vs My Brain

Chapter 17.
Body vs Brain.
Physically vs Mentally.
Surgery Day Soon.

I used to fight myself. Today you'll be hearing all about it yourself. She'll be reading it today too, all herself.

Body vs Brain. Let me get going and start to explain. Both my brain and body are fading, how much crap left can either go through to continue and maintain?

Physically vs Mentally. I try to make my deep words rhyme so somehow it's fundamentally. Story time will be shared in a minute, I don't want to write all of this but I've lost control over 30 days ago so this will be incidentally. The tank top I've thought of leaving on your bed the other day wouldn't have been coincidentally. The new tank top says beast because you're so strong. Would you even keep it as a token? Seriously would you? Because I promise the emotional value shared in that tank top is all sentimentally.

I'm probably getting cut open right now. This is body vs brain. This is physically versus mentally. Let me elaborate. A risk during surgery, is dying but I probably won't. Another risk is risking my memory. The story here is this. I don't want to wake up physically in 2018. Let me sleep, wake me up in another year where it's me and you against the world again. Wait! My brain is still in the fight. My brain wants to wake up in April 2012, in a place where the mistakes haven't started and in a place where it's all corrected. But... what if I'm physically awake in the present, and mentally living in the past? I'm scared. Save me.

Like the emo rapper "nothing,nowhere" said in a song. I feel like I've been "livin two lives like my name Danny Fenton". If I was looking at your facial height, I'd be wishing to kiss your chin which is located in the facial menton.
I'll always have unique chapters, because I don't like keeping my chapters basic or random. Now time to recover. You don't have to visit me. Live your life, but I'll be watching over you like a caring phantom.

I remember when nobody gave me a visit, I hid broken in my apartment cave but everyone I knew were a no show. One body had to sit with me in my living room to erase the no shows. Like a relation in number between two similar things, it takes two physical bodies to make a ratio. So many no shows, but I kept my fingers crossed for someone to come back to me like the plastic thing hanging on a string that society calls a "yo-yo". If you read this, I want a million traffic lights hung in my home. Why? Because after going home from surgery, I wanna be blind from so much green till I live in a world where we're a go go. If I remember all the mental pain in a few hours than obviously everything went great even though I'll still be depressed so this was all a no no. Waking up alone everyday, wishing it was uno plus uno.