I am the background not even good enough to be a wallflower I am mute able to speak but can’t I am a notebook events always written on me I am weak sadly until the day changes I can’t do anything, anything at all so, I guess I don’t exist.
“Good morning.” good morning “Let us begin.” Do I talk to myself? ...... yes. wait a minute. does thinking count? “No.” ok then, yes. Do I talk to other objects? ...would I be weird if I said yes? but only sometimes, I swear. “Just answer the question.” ...yea, I do. Do I share my feelings with my friends? “Could you just answer my questions without repeating them, please?” well then, it depends. “On what?” Whether I want to have a emancipation from my parents at the time. “Hmm. It would seem that you have problems.” ..................... ok.. I’m going to leave now.
—-—-—-—-—-—-—-——- I shall conquer the world, one story at a time.
..yes, I have problems (but really, who doesn’t?) and no, I actually never went to therapy before. Maybe I should though I heard my friend got free food out of it.
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