being different never used to mean being weird...

... I have this disturbing feeling that I have gone utterly outright and stigmatised myself...

made myself the enemy to myself before anyone else can decide I am theirs too.

my insecurity is an astonishing universal expanse of my mal-adjusted personality.

...I mis-understand in-numerable emotional shapeshifts throughout the day and even more during the night

...but?... I can never express myself properly
for the simple things
I am so way backed up
I cannot look anyone in the eye
I am so afraid I will see me..

truth is I guess...
I absolutely cherish the silent sentiments of humanity...
..I am several many steps above the normal..

and likewise several even more many steps below

my position is a fact!... but where can I claim my position
....this bipolar super-universe...

I have had to put myself on the spot....be uncomfortable for a few minutes...

to realise that weird never made it to the end of the post...

it's difficult here trying to be considerate and also compassionate...

and also being who I think I am

I was designed in a bad world...

so I know exactly and believe eveyrone must be ok

dumbass me thought I was writing about you and...

I think we all do this to some extent.

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Yes you could've been writing about me, too. Great post- again! ( I think you should collect them somewhere!)

I agree Moose!