The Mental illness Archives

Part One: Time is nothing but a reflection of the past...

Description: A mental shattering request is your enterally collapsing consequence!

It's safe to say that everyone in the world has at least some form of mental illness, right...? If I'm truly wrong about that very possibly (more "surreal" fact)... Then I'm nothing but an inexperienced impression meant to shelter onto my own troubling issues as a way to survive my own closure for the literal exposure towards such a more rational realization of knowing that I'm truly not alone...in the fight against my own self! 

A genuine and mutual fight against my own wishes! 

A desperate example to pick a fight with a very abstract/cryptic (someone or something) who's wishes are not in the importance of its own self-interests. 

(Not too mention the "perilous" extremities of a godforsaken delusional type of remedy that doesn't know what even a proper self-impression is even about.) Nor is it even agreeable from deep inside one's own resting place. A resting place that's totally nurturing in the most right of positions. A position that's been entirely revoked for the FREAKING better! And a stationary platform that's truly been "ridiculed" by a truer eye could even see the rightful of choices to make upon one's own decision-making too meet within the (as yet undiscovered true self). 

My name is Simon. But I'm better known as "MajorityOne". 

MajorityOne came from these very experiences when trying to discover things for your very self. And when I was in high school at the time, I didn't know where this was going, except NO WHERE but..."despair"! Despair in the most wrong of places, since before I could even properly react on what that even meant. A whimper or a mumble here and there... In the mere form of a single "pronounced" whisper towards that very word over and over...again.... I would say (but without producing any words that could have been sounded out by my own voice), "despair...despair...despair...." 

Whatever voice had said this while pronouncing it in this exact way, was totally emotionless. Something to trigger "fright" in the most rightful of places. You see, whatever was deep inside me, wasn't nice at all. As they were also "appreciative" of the one who I was...but only on a typical surface level. Because that typical surface level is exactly where I was meant to constantly be tripped up over every action, I held bear in my very commands. Thought wise...was entirely thrown out the window, altogether. 

Not giving an utter DAMN about the importance of what I was merely suffering with at the time. Since whatever was underneath this ever-increasingly prolonged state of time on a once normal and sort of "prosperous" typical surface level... Was something of an infinite and never-ending loop full of consequences just awaiting to happen (if I wasn't already too late, that is)...? And what would happen if you literally perceived these very things...? Well, obviously nothing EFFING good would come of it. Otherwise, I'd be in total shit if I ever knew both "sincerely or sympathetically"... "WHY THAT WAS...!!!" Of what these very specific points are trying to entail upon my very belief system instantaneously, is why am I literally able to perceive my true self...for what it really is...?

Part One: Time is nothing but a reflection of the past...

A true self is nothing more than the very unusual thick untidy messy pile of an "undiagnosed" length of mental illnesses, so to speak. 

While that may be true for everyone else... Your true self isn't all it's truly cracked up too be. Because, what I didn't notice was, is that my true self is my eternal "inside out" monster too fear! And for good reason.... It can feel that very fear as the very part of me that hangs bear for ALL too see (both out in the outside world and the inside world). 

You can't ignore what will or is (sooner rather than later) meant too happen, while you like it or not. You don't have a choice. Why...don't you simply have a choice in the matter...? Well, "mental illness" individualities... You were born with it without having a choice in the matter, from which you popped out into the now breathless world of seemingly fake and completely delusional opportunities again, so to speak. Just too essentially say "hey, don't I get a say in what I'm born with either naturally or genetically...? Because if it isn't worthy of my time, then I might as well pass it onto the next person yet to be born as simple pleasure for my even more simple selfish charity act... So, I don't haft to deal with it's prolonging excuse for rippling my emotions raw! All so it could adapt to (who and what I am) in order to suck my energy dry while creeping up on my tail feathers in the rightful of places among the wrongful of consequences for the clarity of my actions to inform me of right then and there!"