Go away, leper!

The excema will stop when you turn six and people will stop mocking you...

The asthma and excema will stop when she's 10 and the'll stop mocking her...

Don't worry about them...they're not as smart as you are and they can't pronounce all those weird dinosaur names.

Hey,at least they gave you an honorary  'media prefect' badge because you spent 3 years there (and they felt obliged) and they must appreciate the fact that you have read most of and cataloged all the books alphabetically by title (and in case they didn't like it that way, by author) for just in case.

It's okay that your skin oozes and get's stuck yo your bobby sock winter school uniform because at least for 4 months of the African winter they forget to mock you.

It's alright that your years hiding in the  library studying mammals, reptiles. fish, birds, paleontology and Greek, Roman and Norse mythology were completely lost on your pears.

You grew up mentally pointing out to yourself every time they phonetically screwed up while they told you how much better than you they were...

Why did you climb on that toilet seat?You were six years old! What could possibly have prompted you to...
...oh.
There was something shiny there and for reasons my adult mind can never understand...I cut myself.

It was all you had. It is all you have. It;ll probably be all I ever have....

I learned today that beauty dies,
Beauty dies when beauty cries.
None can see beyond the tears
And all will fear when you do fear

He'll sit behind and wonder why
Your mascara melts when his girl cries
and she will will run until she dies
To make sure

Yhat's a bit shit, but I need to free up some space...

I forget this exists until I get:
 I) Drunk.
II) Thoughtful
III) Remem-mur-muring the whole reason they elected me principal of the 'I hide here as to not see the rest of your people even though I am apparently lesser than you because I could spell berate...and stay tuned) s depending.

Deinonychus

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Wow...

What an uneventful few months, weeks, days, hours.... Everything melts into the same ol' same ol' My significant other harasses me to eat. I know he is right; I just forget it has been two/three days. I wish my apparent starvation had an artistic purpose (I am busy with my masterpiece, woman, do not interrupt!) I'm just not bloody hungry. I could give it many names; insomnia, bipolar 'disorder', an autism of some sort depending on the weather or not. Fact stands. In one end, out the other. It's the London Underground of existences. Mind the step...