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When I first came on here, I started writing in the form of myself, and as my brain, who always spoke within ()'s.
And after a while I stopped. I'm not sure why, perhaps I became embarrassed, or just felt I was going a bit too crazy.
However, over time, that original talking to brackets has become... stronger. And now, when I get depressed, or dismayed, it takes little more than a chat, through a keyboard, to my brain, for me to think things through and make a true decision.
And living that way helps me pick myself up. It stops me from doing the stupid things I tend to do... it let's me rely on no-one but myself. I can support myself, calm myself down, lift myself up, as long as I actually remember to use it.
It's like talking to my inner confidence. It doesn't just say "Hey, you're great"... it tells me I'm great, then explains why, and then goes on to call me a f**king idiot for not seeing that in the first place. And somehow, that's exactly what I need.
And yes, it's a little embarrassing to talk about it, but it'd be even worse, I think, if I didn't realise that this wasn't just me. I see stuff, not so much anymore, but whenever I do, I can tell it's not real...
(Bit of a fine line though... how do you know what you see is real? How can you be that sure?... Well, unless it's a dog coughing it's guts up, etc.)
For the longest time I've tried to hide it away, but to be honest, whenever I've had my brain to talk to, I've been amazingly happy. So yes, I'd like to introduce you all to Leon Thraves, also known as Grix's Brain. He went away for too long but he's back now.
(I'd say back with a vengence, but that's just cheesy and in fairness, untruthful.)
However. Having conversations with yourself isn't only beneficial for my understanding... but also entertaining for anyone reading. So, whenever there's something bothering me, I think I'll come on here and have a conversation with myself.
(Well, it beats poetry. You know what's really annoying me at the moment? The music industry, in general. It's quite amusing to find so many people trying to fill the airwaves with how pathetic they are.)
They're just... well, young, and trying to cope with their...
(Uncontrollable erections?)
Possibly. But some people are going through the same thing too.
(That's fine, I understand that. But why can't they all realise that... wow! They're young and naive and they'll grow older and care less about people loving them to try and feed their pitiful lack of self-confidence. But of course, we don't know ANYONE who has to try and make others love them because they have little self-confidence. Do we?)
Shut up. I'm quite aware of who I am.
(Not who you are, what you're going through. You'll grow up. Someday.)
Here's hoping.
And after a while I stopped. I'm not sure why, perhaps I became embarrassed, or just felt I was going a bit too crazy.
However, over time, that original talking to brackets has become... stronger. And now, when I get depressed, or dismayed, it takes little more than a chat, through a keyboard, to my brain, for me to think things through and make a true decision.
And living that way helps me pick myself up. It stops me from doing the stupid things I tend to do... it let's me rely on no-one but myself. I can support myself, calm myself down, lift myself up, as long as I actually remember to use it.
It's like talking to my inner confidence. It doesn't just say "Hey, you're great"... it tells me I'm great, then explains why, and then goes on to call me a f**king idiot for not seeing that in the first place. And somehow, that's exactly what I need.
And yes, it's a little embarrassing to talk about it, but it'd be even worse, I think, if I didn't realise that this wasn't just me. I see stuff, not so much anymore, but whenever I do, I can tell it's not real...
(Bit of a fine line though... how do you know what you see is real? How can you be that sure?... Well, unless it's a dog coughing it's guts up, etc.)
For the longest time I've tried to hide it away, but to be honest, whenever I've had my brain to talk to, I've been amazingly happy. So yes, I'd like to introduce you all to Leon Thraves, also known as Grix's Brain. He went away for too long but he's back now.
(I'd say back with a vengence, but that's just cheesy and in fairness, untruthful.)
However. Having conversations with yourself isn't only beneficial for my understanding... but also entertaining for anyone reading. So, whenever there's something bothering me, I think I'll come on here and have a conversation with myself.
(Well, it beats poetry. You know what's really annoying me at the moment? The music industry, in general. It's quite amusing to find so many people trying to fill the airwaves with how pathetic they are.)
They're just... well, young, and trying to cope with their...
(Uncontrollable erections?)
Possibly. But some people are going through the same thing too.
(That's fine, I understand that. But why can't they all realise that... wow! They're young and naive and they'll grow older and care less about people loving them to try and feed their pitiful lack of self-confidence. But of course, we don't know ANYONE who has to try and make others love them because they have little self-confidence. Do we?)
Shut up. I'm quite aware of who I am.
(Not who you are, what you're going through. You'll grow up. Someday.)
Here's hoping.
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I talk to myself, but to be honest ive tried to stop, it was driving me in the direct of madness.
When I first came on here, I started writing in the form of myself, and as my brain, who always spoke within ()'s.
And after a while I stopped. I'm not sure why, perhaps I became embarrassed, or just felt I was going a bit too crazy.
However, over time, that original talking to brackets has become... stronger. And now, when I get depressed, or dismayed, it takes little more than a chat, through a keyboard, to my brain, for me to think things through and make a true decision.
And living that way helps me pick myself up. It stops me from doing the stupid things I tend to do... it let's me rely on no-one but myself. I can support myself, calm myself down, lift myself up, as long as I actually remember to use it.
It's like talking to my inner confidence. It doesn't just say "Hey, you're great"... it tells me I'm great, then explains why, and then goes on to call me a f**king idiot for not seeing that in the first place. And somehow, that's exactly what I need.
And yes, it's a little embarrassing to talk about it, but it'd be even worse, I think, if I didn't realise that this wasn't just me. I see stuff, not so much anymore, but whenever I do, I can tell it's not real...
(Bit of a fine line though... how do you know what you see is real? How can you be that sure?... Well, unless it's a dog coughing it's guts up, etc.)
For the longest time I've tried to hide it away, but to be honest, whenever I've had my brain to talk to, I've been amazingly happy. So yes, I'd like to introduce you all to Leon Thraves, also known as Grix's Brain. He went away for too long but he's back now.
(I'd say back with a vengence, but that's just cheesy and in fairness, untruthful.)
However. Having conversations with yourself isn't only beneficial for my understanding... but also entertaining for anyone reading. So, whenever there's something bothering me, I think I'll come on here and have a conversation with myself.
(Well, it beats poetry. You know what's really annoying me at the moment? The music industry, in general. It's quite amusing to find so many people trying to fill the airwaves with how pathetic they are.)
They're just... well, young, and trying to cope with their...
(Uncontrollable erections?)
Possibly. But some people are going through the same thing too.
(That's fine, I understand that. But why can't they all realise that... wow! They're young and naive and they'll grow older and care less about people loving them to try and feed their pitiful lack of self-confidence. But of course, we don't know ANYONE who has to try and make others love them because they have little self-confidence. Do we?)
Shut up. I'm quite aware of who I am.
(Not who you are, what you're going through. You'll grow up. Someday.)
Here's hoping.
And after a while I stopped. I'm not sure why, perhaps I became embarrassed, or just felt I was going a bit too crazy.
However, over time, that original talking to brackets has become... stronger. And now, when I get depressed, or dismayed, it takes little more than a chat, through a keyboard, to my brain, for me to think things through and make a true decision.
And living that way helps me pick myself up. It stops me from doing the stupid things I tend to do... it let's me rely on no-one but myself. I can support myself, calm myself down, lift myself up, as long as I actually remember to use it.
It's like talking to my inner confidence. It doesn't just say "Hey, you're great"... it tells me I'm great, then explains why, and then goes on to call me a f**king idiot for not seeing that in the first place. And somehow, that's exactly what I need.
And yes, it's a little embarrassing to talk about it, but it'd be even worse, I think, if I didn't realise that this wasn't just me. I see stuff, not so much anymore, but whenever I do, I can tell it's not real...
(Bit of a fine line though... how do you know what you see is real? How can you be that sure?... Well, unless it's a dog coughing it's guts up, etc.)
For the longest time I've tried to hide it away, but to be honest, whenever I've had my brain to talk to, I've been amazingly happy. So yes, I'd like to introduce you all to Leon Thraves, also known as Grix's Brain. He went away for too long but he's back now.
(I'd say back with a vengence, but that's just cheesy and in fairness, untruthful.)
However. Having conversations with yourself isn't only beneficial for my understanding... but also entertaining for anyone reading. So, whenever there's something bothering me, I think I'll come on here and have a conversation with myself.
(Well, it beats poetry. You know what's really annoying me at the moment? The music industry, in general. It's quite amusing to find so many people trying to fill the airwaves with how pathetic they are.)
They're just... well, young, and trying to cope with their...
(Uncontrollable erections?)
Possibly. But some people are going through the same thing too.
(That's fine, I understand that. But why can't they all realise that... wow! They're young and naive and they'll grow older and care less about people loving them to try and feed their pitiful lack of self-confidence. But of course, we don't know ANYONE who has to try and make others love them because they have little self-confidence. Do we?)
Shut up. I'm quite aware of who I am.
(Not who you are, what you're going through. You'll grow up. Someday.)
Here's hoping.
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