Who knows. Maybe this morning/nighttime pill regimen for schizoaffective disorder is like, bad. Maybe it’s bad. But maybe it’s good. Maybe it works better this way. I don’t know. It’s hard to believe that a PRN wouldn’t absolutely fucking cure the shit out of SZN. But we avoid that literary issue of it being too […]
I think I found the overarching trait I would want in my partner: humble, yet self-confident. Female bisexual engineer who plays an instrument and exercises. I’d be the male bisexual scientist who plays a sport and writes poetry. Deal? And we’ll fall in love. Deal? <3
You gave me your number. I wanted to call. If I were in tune with my passionate rhythm, in tune with my own love, my own fire and fury, I would’ve called. I would’ve called before the notepad and pen hit the floor. Instead I made up some bullshit excuse like, well, I don’t want […]
I worry about you. I love you. I think I love you, at least. It took me a few months after you spoke your words to realize that. I had an opportunity, and I didn’t take it. Is it too late? For you to love me back?
SSRI’s are a lie. They do NOT make you fall in love with the world. Real serotonin is love. You don’t understand. The pharmaceutical industry really, really, really is as evil as people say it is. I am a scientist. I can vouch for this. I will sign a petition that is reasoned logical arbitration […]
I killed myself. I am not around any longer. If you liked me you should have showed it.
You and your Writing You are superior You have a level mind You have gone through the gates of dusk to find yourself You have seen the black in your heart eat you alive You are more popular When did that ever matter? Me, liliputian, and… somehow… I am noticed Me, also, recovering, from a […]