[rant]

I'm tired of attempting to explain how I think and function. There just aren't any words that can describe my thought process, it's so unique and overly complex. All I can do is bumble along, stuttering out a vague mockery of what I'm trying to say.

I'm also tired of people not shutting up and THINKING for once in their damn life.

Boys these days are taught to be dead inside, because emotion is "weak" or "girly." Balls to that, I'll write romantic stories if I want to, because I'm not an automaton.

Nobody knows what I'm really like, because I never tell them what I'm really like. I repress who I really am, out of fear of rejection or derision, and put up a false facade. This leads to a lot of issues, of course, and I'm already partly insane, so it's a destructive spiral to a bitter end.

I'm lonely, not that anyone cares. I'm not doing anything to try and fix this problem, because that's what schizophrenia does to you. It forces you into a shell, and it won't let anyone else in without a fight. It doesn't reduce the empty feeling, though, but I can temporarily assuage said emptiness via my writings. Imagination is a loving companion to insanity, it seems.

I hate how people generally react when I say the word "schizophrenia." It's not the plague, people, it's a mental condition. There's no need to recoil or flinch, you can't catch it from me.

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