Hey I just met you and this is crazy. I have Alzheimer’s…. Hey I just met you…
Hello. My name is Jamie.: Brutally Honest INTJ... →
drjamie: The Crackpot - INTJ People hate you. Paris Hilton hates Nicole Richie. Lex Luther hates Superman. Garfield hates Mondays.But none these even rates against the insurmountable hate that people have for you. I mean, you’re pretty damn clever and you know it. You love to flaunt your potential….
Xanax and Cocaine is not a good combination......
kiltroutgore: I was watching 21 Jump Street with Adam last night then suddenly Johnny Depp
I still have yet to ever even touch Diablo 3 and I intend to keep it that way.
I need to have sex
Holy Gangster Therapy!! This Piece, Rhyme Scheme...
tameyotendons: Breathe easy, be breezy, feel freely, but, I ask you kindly to never smile simply just to please me. I trust in you to never mislead me. In place, your eyes have the debilitating ability to seize my logical thought process’s efficiency, but your heat is too far away and I, pathetically, lack the emotional immunity to the hypnotizing frost that love happens to breath into...
kiltroutgore: Got 50 whip-its for the price of 25 Got 120 Xanax switched from klonopin Adam got his speed script Buying lots of blow tonight I’d say today is a decent day.
It’s time for another cleansing… Shave the Head, Strip the Pride, Get the Speed, Get new Eyes. This is how you rebuild yourself.
She Wears The Sunrise As A Disguise
tameyotendons: The sky atop the trees looks just like a bright, horizontal rainbow this cool morning. I’m happy I got to witness and appreciate it, despite the sound of my anxiety in my mind and ears, roaring, the reason I’m not curled up in my bed, sound asleep just barely snoring which would be the case if my thought process was stereotypical and boring but it’s the opposite, and it’s taking...
Don’t claim to enjoy abuse if you can’t. I’m here to break things down and rebuild them. Take people apart. Put them back together. Destroy myself. Rebuild. Rinse. Repeat. Perfection is hiding and the Devil’s in the details. There’s a method to my madness. I just have to gather pieces back together. I have to start over. I am not content with what I was. Each...
Ah, now I dreamt I was in vietnam and in weird mines. A tunnel rat maybe, I hardly saw the daylight I remember. Scared shitless. Constant fighting. I remember walking down miles of tunnels and the further I went the younger the soldiers were, until I saw little kids being taught propaganda. “Kill the Gooks!” the teachers told the children, and they started stabbing little asian dolls....
I don’t think I’ve ever questioned my own sanity with such scrutiny before this moment, because I honestly do believe that was an external influence, but to any rational mind you’d have to dismiss it as a dream or a reminscent effect of drugs or chemicals. Am I developing schizophrenia or some other more serious mental disorder as time progresses? I don’t know, I’m...
I must be losing my mind.
Last night I was about to kill myself because of depression and then this. I think I am going crazy, because there’s not a whole lot that can convince me this wasn’t some sort of alien or message from God. (For the record, I’m an epistemological and metaphysical nihilist, so there is not a whole lot I infact DO believe in, you can’t really find someone who lacks more faith...
I wish we were the only ones alive so we could play Marco Polo in Times Square.
Maybe the last thing I had to learn was humility, or maybe the thing I was supposed to learn and could not was perseverance. Maybe I’m meant to learn to accept the end of things. It’s so hard to accept rejection, finality, absolution. I think I understand it now. This is just a ride, a game, a learning experience. We just keep going until we decide to get off.