The NewsToday is January 25. As with every other day, the news is on and I loathe it. These people... the “media...” they tell lies about me, but not only me, but everyone like me.
I am schizo-affective.
I am schizo-affective.
I am schizo-affective, bipolar type.
It is a severe and disabling mental illness that both leaves me disconnected from reality and suffering from alternating periods of mania and depression. I take my meds everyday. 450 milligrams of Lithium Carbonate and 80 milligrams of Geodon in the morning, and 600 milligrams of Lithium Carbonate, 80 milligrams of Geodon, and 40 milligrams of Paxil CR in the evening. I rarely miss any doses, and when I do, I tend to become hyperactive, talkative and irritable.
But you will never have to worry about me hurting you. Forget what the media says about people with my disorder; I am not a violent man. That's not to say I never have been violent, but more often than not my anger has been taken out of objects rather than pe The News
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Wasteland That's it... I'm dreaming. Why must I dream? These images that come before me are not ones I want to see. Spanning out in all directions, this wasteland.... it's so familiar, to me. I don't know why but it feels hostile to me. I once belonged here I think, the kukkari say, but I don't any more and I can't walk away.
And as I gaze, and I gaze away, I see glimpses of corpses, all dead and arrayed. Beasts long dead, Beasts dead new, humans who died, people I knew. These are the bodies that are all kukkaru, they died through the ages, land air and sea. Here, in this land, the Wasteland I see, they fall upon themselves, forever eternally.
Among them, there are the plants that no longer thrive. They lay withered and tithered upon the ground unalive. So clickity do, clickity dee, not even a single ray of sun will they see. I now know that I am in the world of the Dead, Wasteland where t Wasteland
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