Monday, November 16, 2009

Schizophrenia

I’m hearing really really scary and bad things. I hear them and I see them.

Reality check!

They are monks, medieval monks, with hoods and cloaks. They have bleeding faces. And they are in this room. They are lining the walls!

Reality check!

They tell me things. You’re a useless good-for-nothing no-good. You’re worthless. You’re an embarrassment to yourself and everyone around you. No one likes you. If you think they do you’re stupid, they’re just pretending.

Reality check?

They’re touching me! One of them just touched me! It’s cold and slimy! GET AWAY. AWAY. REALITY CHECK. I’M TRAPPED.

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