Okay, here goes: I am not normal and I have never been normal
and I’ll never be normal and please don’t ever say I’m a nice guy because being
a nice guy is the last thing I consider myself. I am a horrible, damaged
monster doing his best to stagger through this shit storm I was born into. I suffer crippling manic
depression and have been diagnosed as borderline schizophrenic. I can almost never
go to sleep. After a childhood and adolescence filled with continual abuse and
violence, I literally feel as if I’m dying when my body does something stupid
like try to rest. I see demon or monster faces when I close my eyes. This is
similar to meth addicts who have stayed awake too long and probably just a
product of my insane insomnia. I am not a person. I do not do things a person
does. I haven’t been a person in years.
I don’t want your pity. I don’t want a fucking thing from
you. I’m not posting shit to look cool. I’m a garbage person attempting to expell through written word what I’ve done with my life. Simply allow me to write and make my jokes. This is
all I have, understand? Ah yes, I forget, you cannot understand.
I have been, and inevitably will always be, trapped alone in this black diving bell at the bottom of a lightless ocean...cables severed...
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