The Mental Patient


This sporadic blogger loves nothing better than to tell vague stories of her life and all its deeper moments; of pent up feelings, thoughts and darker secrets. Her fondest memories are of schooling life and better times.

She frequently loses herself in her own fastasy world at times, disappointed with reality. Or was it the other way around?

True to her sex, she is as complicated as girls come, and she loves every minute of it. She has mood swings that scare even herself. A faithful believer in "mind over matter", she can be both the angel and devil, depending on what suits her mood best.

Hence, Schizophrenia was born on July 5th 2004. The child of a schizophrenic.

Schizophrenia = a mental disorder whose symptoms include a withdrawal from reality into fantasy. Or this definition works as well. Whatever.

Lastly, just so you know, Pck is hers.


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* The author would like to remind everyone of her natural knack for exaggerating, being melodramatic and writing half-truths, as well as her undeniable talent for making things seem like what they aren't. She also hints that time does not play a role in Schizo, where new entries could be based on old times. Therefore, it would be wise for her readers to take everything written with a pinch of salt, lest they should fall victim to her sadistic mind. She would like to conclude, as always, with the saying,

"You think you know... but you have no idea".


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Tuesday, November 13, 2012
If I Were You

I admit, I can be a tad bit oversensitive at times.

I worry, I imagine all possibilities (none of them positive lol), and then I feel like nothing I do will ever be right. It's difficult to always be second guessing yourself and your choices, especially when others make it hard for you to do otherwise. Even with the best intentions, rumours and misunderstanding can paint you the villain.

Sometimes, I wonder, why do I even bother?

On all days, it hurt me most that day. I didn't understand; I still don't. I felt frustrated, misunderstood and mostly, bewildered.

Everyone is quick to comment, and only believe what they want to believe. Nobody is interested in the truth, because it's so much more boring than the stories they can create in their shallow minds. They spin it out a little further, a little further, until you can't recognize the ending from the beginning.

Hadn't I learned it all the hard way the first time around?
Apparently not.

Posted at 10:46 am by waiee
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