Schizotypal disorder confirmed. Consider me mentally unstable, or… …I will not accept this gift of a self-imposed condemnation, trapped in the stigma of psychiatry’s limited understanding and their pathetic, arrogant prophecies. You should have a tattoo on your forehead that reads “sick hypocrite” and be intravenously administered Aripiprazole or another of your “reducers.” I bow to your sadism, I bow to the ground, and to my knees. From the laughter of your psychiatry, as to fodder beets in the field of your education that crawled out of the puddle, touching the mud with your tendrils, while I ascended from matter, touching the event horizon with my many souls... You reach for pebbles, while I grasp for constellations, Fodder beet.

"I am not ashamed that I do not remember; I am ashamed that I will never meet those I trust the most.”