This was about as close into a Schizo's mind
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Thread Topic: This was about as close into a Schizo's mind
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Today, I took a walk down Memory Lane. They looked at me. I smiled. They had no problem with my doings, I wasnt quite surprised. But their placing was strange - quite unusual, if you ask me. I didn't bother to chat. I was rushing, as normal. They slipped out of my vision. I looked back. They had disappeared.
Today, I saw one of the men. It was quite strange how he sneered. I heard an unordinary brew of words. Chalky - I could feel it. I asked him a question, quite a rudimentary one at that. He stared, I stared back. He kept it. I hurried away. He caught me. It didn't end well at all. He shook his head. Why? I dared to ask. Silence. Why...?
Today, I am most confused. I saw several men today. They didn't look very happy and I dare not to confront them. I saw how strange and obstinate one could be. I imagine they are copies of each other... to benefit us, as they would likely put it. They are monsters, complete and utter monsters. I know from staring silently, hidden.
Today, I was chosen out of a list. Foreign words they screamed out at me. I was and am still most confused. I was shown to a man - not of brute force like the other men, but an eerily sinister gentleman. His eyes like black stones, boring a hole in me, read me much similar to an old book. His notes were like ancient script; illegible and unknown.
Today, I've realized they've been taking out the pages - my valued, valued journal pages. I do not quite understand. What could they possibly to do with written on papers? They are bound with a band and starting to tear. My ballpoint still has ink, however. The fasteners on my clothing are starting to wear, though this is quite unrelated to my point.
Today, I inquired about my pages. They 'kindly' redirected me to the Sinister Man. Quite uncaring, inattentive and cruel he seemed. Though he spoke intelligently, his appearance was less than professional. Ink stains and blotches marked his dress shirt. The long overcoat he wore was unblemished. I admired it, but he paid me no mind.
Today, I asked again about my pages. They muttered something to the Sinister Man again, with their refined, strung out words. I hastened away at once, to not be involved with either of them. I have not learned my lesson. I have not learned my lesson. I have not learned my lesson.
Today, I evaded everybody. Their words, cold and empty, burn away at my skin. It makes my hairs stand on end. The grit on my clothing is starting to wear the delicate stitching away. The tough strands remain.
Today, I wonder why I did it. Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? I dont understand. They're doing it again. Theyre doing it. They promised they wouldn't, but they are. They lied to me. I'm bemused. My ballpoint is almost drained. I dare not bother someone else's. Quite uncleanly...
Today, I am starting a new page. I have been writing on the same page for days so they do not pry. I suppose they read it in candle light at night. I will not sleep - I will stay safe.
Today, I've noticed the food I have eaten is quite unhealthy. I have felt quite exhausted and much thinner than usual. I do believe they are poisoning my food. I will stop eating. That will show them to stop. It will. I can fix it. I can fix it. -
*borrow not bother >.>
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Your mind is confusing.
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School sucks doesnt it?
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What do you mean, Teresa?
Lol what.
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