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I don't know what to do. I'm losing my mind over all of this... Have you considered talking to someone? I'm talking to you, aren't I? I meant someone that isn't a figment of your imagination. You're real to me. And why would I do that? Because the purpose of therapy is to help people. I don't need help, I just need to think everything through and figure it all out. You can't maintain a relationship for more than a month at a time and you have a new significant other within a week of the last relationship's end. Every relationship ends up with you and I having this same conversation. So I'm a bit fickle, that's no big deal. And hey

 What I need is to escape. To get out, you know? I don't mean to run away from home, either. I need to go somewhere else in this world. Home has nothing for me. I don't know where I would go, though. Maybe somewhere warm? I never cared for the beach, however, and living in the jungle might be a little too difficult for the likes of me. But what would I even do? I don't know what I'm good at, nor do I know what I would able to do for a long time before I lose my mind. This whole “sane” thing is tough work. Maybe I would be better off in an asylum, you know? A place where everything is taken care of, so I can just waste my life away

“The American Government has declared war on its own people” Those words were plastered over every headline of every news station in every country. The United States was at war with itself. The presidential election was a rough one. The winner won by only a few votes, and the speech he made at his inauguration was a frightening one. He said that the corruption all across the country was going to kill us if we didn't do something about it. That the corporations were controlling the government. That the government needed to be stopped. That the people were powerless. His speech left the public either confused or angry. Each mem

 Back when I was young, I should have died multiple times. I was born dying, but that didn't work. There were car accidents that could have occurred when I was an infant, but they were narrowly avoided. I was almost struck by a bus when I was six years old. Someone pulled me out of the way at the last half-second. Someone, or rather, something was trying to kill me. I do not know if it was a god or a devil, a man or woman, but it does not matter. Those attempts have failed. Now, I live. However, I live a life full of misery and suffering, in one way or another. I haven't been happy once in my memorable life. I assume it's this force that was

 The maniacal chorus of laughter grew louder with each second. It began to become unbearable, hammering everyone's eardrums with the intensity of a close-proximity explosion. No one knew who, or what, was laughing, or what they were laughing at, only that it was chaotic and unholy, and it seemed as if there was more than one enjoying their moment. The laughter echoed from all directions as well, so determining the direction it emanated from was impossible. The few conscious enough to hear the laughter in this asylum of the damned were horrified enough as is. They willingly entered the building not knowing what was inside, and that was their f

 Enveloped in their surroundings, Cynthia and Theodore could not help but be mesmerized by the scene. They emerged from the dark and murky caverns to walk out high on a cliff side, but instead of seeing a sheer drop off, they saw skyscraper sized, lush trees blooming flowers the size of small homes. There were great vines winding and knotting themselves in the great branches and the songs of many birds echoed throughout the jungle. The two young adults stepped gently on a tree branch that neared the cliff, and began their trek through the beautiful jungle. As they walked, they stepped on moss soft enough to be one's bed. The smell of nectar

“What's wrong with these two?” A bald man with numerous sparkling badges on his uniform asked. He was staring into an empty room with bright lights and two people wearing blue pants and white shirts inside. “These two are glitched.” A man with raggedy, lengthy hair and scruffy whiskers on his chin wearing a white lab coat said, “They were, well, thinking for themselves. While the others were lining up, these two asked me what was going on and if they could go somewhere else. I just put them back into the assembly room.” “We can't have free thinkers with this.” The bald man warned, “We're m

“It's a boy!” “What should we name him, dear?” * Do I have to pay attention? My grandpa always told me that I'm only young once, and should enjoy life, not sit here bored in school all day. Dinosaurs are pretty cool. So are dragons. If dinosaurs breathe fire, are they dragons? For some reason, I want to hold that girl's hand and hug her a lot. I wonder why. I wonder what that flower tastes like. Flowers don't taste very good. We're not being mean to each other. We're just playing around. Right? Hey, I hugged that girl I wanted to hug. Neat. * Middle School? Hey, there's more kids here! I can make more friends