my life isn’t hard, i make it hard. i am overly complicated but simple at the same time, i wish that i was never mentally challenged, but i think just like everyone else. i don’t understand myself at all, it’s like a maze that connects to itself over and over and i don’t know where to begin. the only characteristic that i know from my real self is that i care. i also don’t care, this is a contradiction that i’ve gained from becoming an adolescent teenager. i feel like with age i don’t mature, but at the same time people think that i am. i’m just a relaxed person, sometimes i behave like a child because throughout my life my childhood was put on hold due to expectation and false hopes, and other things that had nothing to do with me. i wish that i never discovered the internet, maybe i’d be a better person. or maybe not so mentally ill. I am not mentally ill, it’s a state of mind, i can always change my state of mind. what if i can’t? but i can, it’s based on the way you think, not what you see. what you see is how you perceive, the way you think makes that what it is. the voices are back
