I seek patterns and organization. My mind is like a grocery store. It's all food though - And tampons and such. But yeah.. I said to the soldiers, "We're all the same" and they said "No we aren't"... Well.. How about this;

We're both!

The paradox.. I thought I was psychotic trying to explain the paradox.. So was John Nash.. Maybe we were.. But anyways..

I'm doing good right now. Today was a rough day. I'm glad I have zopiclone to put me to sleep and that I talked to my dads hippie conspiracy friend and he said that he took zopiclone for 15 years and was fine.. I focus on all of these little drugs, meds and chemicals to keep me sane.. They give me comfort.

I'm uniquely me. I know this.. But I try to fit in and be normal.. All the life I've rejected myself before I could be rejected by anyone else to save the pain.. Because people have made me cry as a kid for being myself.. Then they would feel bad and say sorry. I was a very trippy child.