well.
im actually petrified of death.
Im also, pessimistic, and, i think i might have some mental issues, even though i dont beleive in them. I think i might have made them up, or just to be weird i dunno. Im also an arrogant prick, only because i actually am shy, and have low self esteem.
also, i overanalyze everything.
i have a blood disorder, called rhenoids.
I perceive things differently.
I wa sonce in a speech therapy class.
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that.
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