I’m going to start tagging my posts, not for any other reason than that I’m a bit lonely. Thank you to–


So anyway.

Delusions in the morning! This morning! That people are attacking me! Wowza. Doesn’t normally happen till around afternoon-evening. So. I wonder if this 1 mg decrease of sisperdal is so nice after all? What a beautiful rhyme.



Jesus fucking Christ.

What a prick.

Still think it’s polite not to refer to other bloggers by name or call anyone out as it were. Possibly in good spirits but I think no one would want me to do that.

Hah. Hah hah. Makes me laugh dryly.

It’s stupid.

The SD card is still undergoing fsck surgery. Very cool tool, fsck. For repairing drive partitions. Very neat. Linux is so smrt.

I don’t know what else to say. I really want to talk about things, but it’s hard when you’re in solitude. More things I’m not allowed to say. It’s tough, being censored like I am.

Ah well.

Sorry for the short post.

More later.


a partial list of the evil of my family members (trigger warning)


This place is sort of the unofficial log of my schizophrenia. I am diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder but I’m not depressed anymore so I think the diagnosis should be changed to bona fide schizophrenia but they didn’t do that because psychiatry is an ineffectuate shitshow. I can’t stay in my room too long because of the ants. What I mean is, there aren’t actual ants here, but I am antsy. I am restless. I can’t just sit or stand and enjoy being alive. I am not happy to be alive. There is nothing to be happy about, and I am not happy about nothing. My mood is not too good. The voices show hints of starting in the afternoon and progress pretty seriously, regularly, in the evening. So that’s like around four to five or probably sooner is more accurate, as I am wont to dumb things down and make everything seem rosy when it’s not. No one knows who I am, and they say they understand my condition but they don’t. My dad doesn’t even think I have one. He’s opted for the conspiracy theory one, where the government intelligent agencies are using advanced technology to disrupt my cognitive patterns. His too. He has schizophrenia, paranoid, but his is undiagnosed and he doesn’t want to believe it’s a medical condition. He’s never done drugs so he has no idea how powerful the human mind is. I have so I have a hint, but even if I hadn’t I think I would still be convinced it’s a medical condition. But I’m not. When I’m schizophrenic, I believe voices are real, and I’ve given up trying to explain how they happen. I.e. what their mechanism is. So my condition is calling and I can’t write anymore right now. My instincts are fucked, I get called by them to get up and walk down the stairs, go outside, vape a few minutes, go back inside, sit at the computer, realize I have nothing to do here, vape a little, go back outside downstairs, repeat the whole process ad nauseum. I can’t read. I envy, really really, people who love reading. It’s such a rewarding peaceful thing. My mind is not at peace. I have to go back to work in a month and I hope I will probably be able to, but I don’t anticipate my condition leaving any time soon. I think this may be permanent. I think I just don’t have a life anymore.