Ugh. I was doing so well. The psychosis kicked in. The telepathy, the empathy hell, the humanity, the people acting “nice” but evil, whatever, however you describe it, it kicked in and it’s here. My pills, I hope, wow, do I hope they work. I don’t know what guarantee my psychiatrist signed on me to try what he’s trying but I guess that’s all he can do–is try.

Fuck. I wish (or do I?) I knew more about how psychiatry worked. Without going to med school. Just I mean like Googling things up.

Some bugs are so fascinating. Computers have so many these days. I don’t know how THAT works, wither, despite having broken my brain trying to learn.

I don’t like life.

I don’t like people.

I like what I used to have and what it’s supposed to be.

So many really ought to be in prison. I am a firm believer that there should be more convictions. Maybe they’ll figure out this cyberpolice thing and it will be alright. Or maybe society will be done with prisons and police outright forever and have a few golden years or something?

I don’t know.

Nick. I still think of him. Ashley. I think of her. I think of lots of people who forgot about me because I was shy and quiet.

Reality is objective. It’s nice people convince themselves they’re so smart.

I really just don’t like the stupidity, blatant and profound, in the media I like to consume.

I guess Twitch is a Republican website. I guess that’s all that that is.


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