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My Sanity is 76My general coping is 39
My life events are 38
Oh what insufferable misery!
My depression is 31
My anxiety is 45
Depressive fits and anxiety are the least of my issues
My self-esteem is 8
My eating disorders are a 10
I could've done better
I have few symptoms of Schizophrenia, making that 35
Though, I saw that coming
Even dissociation is higher than that, being it is 67
My mania is 25
Surprising, I thought that would be higher
My technology issues at an 88, even higher than dissociation
Though, we all know that
My obsessions and compulsions are 50
And my posttraumatic stress is a 17
Nevertheless, it shows my deteriorating mental state
The least smallest number of all but equal to self-esteem are my borderline traits
Nevertheless, my sanity 76
My Cradle and, Sometimes, My CageMy bedroom is usually my cradle
It is where I am happiest
Be it if is, small and a tad cramped
I almost never leave here
If I had almost all the necessities, I would never leave
It would be paradise
Though, I would have to leave at some point to restock my resources
My cradle is sometimes my cage
Especially, when it is sweltering hot
Or freezing cold
And the fact I refuse to leave it, even in those circumstances
Sometimes, very little happens there
Leaving me quite bored
And, lazy, which in turn makes me sleepy
Nevermind, that it is right next to noisy room
When it is my cradle, it offers me sanctuary
Particularly, in which to flee
And, lock out all things outside
Though, the door doesn't have a lock
It is where I blossom
Where I can truly be myself
And have a place of musing.
When it is my cage, when others invade
Or bang quite on the door
Or come in quite most uninvited!
Often, during those times, I cannot help but to feel rage
Yet, I still never leave
In fact, it i
That DoorwayI don't want to go through there
You can't make me
There's something in there
It scares me
No I won't go through there
Maybe Rust will
Rust goes wherever I won't
But she isn't here right now
I'm not going through there
I don't want to
I'm going back to my room now
So much pain!
What's happening to me?
*In Sabi's Room*
Oh, there is blood all over my keyboard
What happened there?
Never again, will I ever go there!
Never, never, never!
My illness, oh no!
It's gotten worse
Madgie, what did you do? XXI: Bullets and Sunshineマッジ、あなたは何をしたのですか？ XXI：箇条書きとサンシャイン
I awoke to the sound of a Maschinengewehr 42 firing off. To my surprise was who was holding it, Doki. In no more than a few seconds, she looked at me and said, "USA-201.05228-GI, if you wish to live, you must follow what directions I give, one of which is to stay put." Something struck me about Doki, besides the fact that she was wielding heavy weaponry, was the fact that she seemed to have gone rogue and looked as if she had. She was wearing a short and somewhat torn black tube dress, black combat gloves, and one combat boot with a brace fixed onto it. Her hair was ruffled quite so and barely tied back into braided pigtails, bounded by black ribbons. She was also wearing ruby red lipstick (her ass-beating lipstick) and had on black
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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