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And that's why its at the bottom
My oldest friend. Time for me to admit, and face what I am. its growing worse every day.
Schizophrenia, is no joke and I truly wish I could trade places with everyone that ever told me they wish they were crazy (back in the day that sort of thing were cool)
SO, for the first time I had an "recorder" episode. I don't remember most of it, or the person who wrote it
But its good to have this, its the first time I actually, really meet myself. And had a real wakeup call.
There is no point in me uploading this and no reason for me to, yet I feel I have to.
If there is no one I can talk to or trust, then my browser would just have to suffice. and who knows, maby this is not even real.
-- The "Episode" --
...However, it is best I keep my mined from such things. The room seems to fall client at the whispers and thoughts of the darkness as do my mind, I am afraid. Rooms are sensitive you know, as if they are afraid or, perhaps just anxious. I can feel them watching, waiting. the walls grin broadly and the roof laugh and the floor boils up the rot of the dead. Perhaps its all just in my head, there is too much in my head. The room falls silent yet the voices never stops. A thousand scream and thousand more a thousand whispers and a thousand more. All just beyond my sight, on the other side of the wall, the side that cant be seen. Only herd throe thin cracks in the veil. And sometimes very very rarely when the shadows falls straight and long, when the shadows grows crooked and cross, just over the hill and the corner of your eye there they are, all of them, and ever closer they come. The small things out of place will show their presents. The sounds you barely hear and cant explain in the silence is there voices and the hand you feel in the dark reaching out ever closer, never touching. Is there name. I have seen the green moon, I can not remember, I can not forget they showed me, they have showed me everything. A child burdened by eternity, a child burdened by a life scattered throe a thousand worlds. And in a flash it is gone as if it has never been. And I ask myself… Am I crazy. Please tell me I am mad, the worlds, the reaches and things I have seen can never be. Pleas tell me I am a victim of some foul ‘medicine’ that was given to me when I did not look, pleas tell me that these wires aren't serpents and these serpents aren't vines and these vines aren't growing, growing into my skin, causing me pain I cannot explain. I must kill them, every one, must, die. I am alone, I am afraid help, help me help me help me help me help me help me save me save me save me save me pleas. The walls are reaching out this is going to hurt the faces approaching
------(Only snipped out the "good" part, It lasted something like five hours I think)--------
Its over now. Its 3:55, I’m tired and have to get
to bed to work in an hour and five minutes.
I have never had an episode in public before properly because I don’t go out. But it is going to happen and there will be no one but me and a crowd of people staring, judging me.
Its getting worse, and I am not even 20 yet how will I be on 25 or 30 or 40. There will be nothing left
I hate the face I see in the mirror, I hate the person I am.
There is no point in seeing a doctor, I already know what’s wrong, and theirs nothing that can be don anyway. Besides, how will I be able to convince my parents to send me to one. I mean when I told my mom about my dyslexia, she told me to go play outside. I may have been just a kid but still. How can I expect her to understand well this.
Maybe I was never dyslexic, maybe my “dyslexia” was only the first sign. And if my delusions started on the age of six and that single one lasted till I was about fourteen. What future can I really expect.
The hardest thing in the world, is finding out your world were never real.