A 17 year old girl named Trixie. Brunette, a people-pleaser type of girl. She just got out of a relationship with her boyfriend, both having spent majority of their time together for half a year. Only a few weeks passed since the separation, but on Trixie's side, those dreaded few weeks dragged...
My mind, it is easing a tad at this rate.
In fact, there are still aches and pains that have never left me. The pain still lingers, but it's much more bearable now.
I sound like a madman to myself.
Am I still sane? If I call myself a madman?
Have I, in a sense... snapped? I might have.
I feel as if I have become the ''wacko.''
I once saw people as ignoramouses, morons, stuck-ups, dicks, asses, and all that hate. All that hate had to be suppressed, I couldn't, I shouldn't. I MUST NOT. It is not right to have such negativity.
It's literally a never-ending game of ping-pong in my head.
Emotions. The whole idea of it. Sigh. Ever since I was in middle school, I wished the very idea of emotions were eradicated.
My thoughts. My thoughts are going everywhere.
I hate my very own gender. Women. They are to be the ''nice'' ones in the species. Ideal implants. Brainwashing, a set mindset. WHAT AM I TO DO?!
GOODNESS! What am I to do. My interests are blocked, friends are busy, sigh. I wish... I wish I had someone like me. Someone that liked me for me, all my positive and negative aspects. Someone willing to do things for me, like how I do things for people. Maybe a clone. No, I wouldn't like myself that much, no one does. Better yet.. a cyborg.
Yes, yes. A cyborg. I'll do it. A cyborg of a friend.
