Anthile
Steel marks flesh
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Maybe some of you asked why I haven't been here in a while I can now answer this question. In the night from the 2nd to the 3th of September I suffered a severe mental breakdown. As I said in the Depression Club about a week ago, my father went angry at me again about nothing really and I felt that I had to defend myself with a knife. I didn't attack him and hid myself in my room. He then called the police which came with a full special police squad. Later I was told that they blocked the streets in a radius of 2km. I seem to be quite a dangerous person for some reason. After I was brought to the Federal Hospital for Psychological Diseases in Dortmund-Applerbeck I felt like I melted. I felt that something was burning away from me. I feel a bit better now. I got lots of medicine during the first days but now I only get pills before I go to sleep. I don't know. I feel like a snake. Or a snake. My whole life seems to be steady metamorphosis. Leaving skin after skin behind. Will my next form be stronger? It has to be, otherwise the whole process would be a waste of time.
Before you ask why am I here when I feel that bad I can answer that question. This hospital is so big, they have their own library with free internet access. This doesn't seem very popular because I saw no one else but me using this offer.
Behind this monitor there is a large window and beyond this window there is a vast park. The weather is very nice here - for normal people. There are a lot of people there - not normal. I spend most of my time with reading. Frisch and Doystoyeski.All sorts of insane fellows run around here, most of them drugged into mundane deliverance. There are allways four people on one room. One is there because of heavy drug abuse, the other one thinks that any secret service planted wiretaps under his skin and teeth and then there is the 4th one. It's an old man but I only see him at nighttime when I wake up during my sleep. I never spoke with anyone about him because he might be a product of my imagination. This place is ripe with those people. They're too strange to make them up. Like there is one guy who thinks that his lower jaw is an alien super computer. The oddest thing might be that no one really cares about what I am doing here. No matter how weird the people act, the personal and the patients just shrug it away. I wish my insanity was more E so I could act as Napoleon or such. That'd be fun.
But I have to fall apart just a bit more, burn what is human and then swallow the ashes. I have to go, Vervain and Periwinkle are on the rise. Am I a snake?
I am so egoistical, I just talk about myself. How are you doing today?
*puts a basket with cat cookies on the floor for Fleur and Adair*
*throws a bag with peppermint gums at Fukyo high in the air*
Don't worry about me, I just have to burn a bit more - to see what's really inside. The higher I am reaching the more shadows come to swallow me. What else can I do. 3-4 weeks and I will be back. But for what. For whom? For you. You know who.
PS: Happy birthday Eljua by the way.
Before you ask why am I here when I feel that bad I can answer that question. This hospital is so big, they have their own library with free internet access. This doesn't seem very popular because I saw no one else but me using this offer.
Behind this monitor there is a large window and beyond this window there is a vast park. The weather is very nice here - for normal people. There are a lot of people there - not normal. I spend most of my time with reading. Frisch and Doystoyeski.All sorts of insane fellows run around here, most of them drugged into mundane deliverance. There are allways four people on one room. One is there because of heavy drug abuse, the other one thinks that any secret service planted wiretaps under his skin and teeth and then there is the 4th one. It's an old man but I only see him at nighttime when I wake up during my sleep. I never spoke with anyone about him because he might be a product of my imagination. This place is ripe with those people. They're too strange to make them up. Like there is one guy who thinks that his lower jaw is an alien super computer. The oddest thing might be that no one really cares about what I am doing here. No matter how weird the people act, the personal and the patients just shrug it away. I wish my insanity was more E so I could act as Napoleon or such. That'd be fun.
But I have to fall apart just a bit more, burn what is human and then swallow the ashes. I have to go, Vervain and Periwinkle are on the rise. Am I a snake?

I am so egoistical, I just talk about myself. How are you doing today?
*puts a basket with cat cookies on the floor for Fleur and Adair*
*throws a bag with peppermint gums at Fukyo high in the air*
Don't worry about me, I just have to burn a bit more - to see what's really inside. The higher I am reaching the more shadows come to swallow me. What else can I do. 3-4 weeks and I will be back. But for what. For whom? For you. You know who.
PS: Happy birthday Eljua by the way.