living-on-a-cloud

Antisocial? Learn respect. Anxiety? Chill out. Anorexic? For God's sake, eat! Avoidant? Deal with it. Bipolar? Find a balance and stick with it. Bulimic? There are people dying for that food you waste. Borderline? Control yourself, woman! Dependent? Stop being so clingy! Depressed? Cheer up! Histrionic? Do you always have to have the spotlight? Multiple Personalities? Yeah right, attention whore. Narcissistic? It's not all about you! Obsessive-Compulsive? It's not that bad. Paranoid? Not everyone is out to get you. PTSD? You're just weak. Schizoid? You're a cold one, aren't ya? Schizotypal? Why you gotta be so weird all the t

My fingers curl. I tap them, keeping perfectly timed rhythm on the chair's arm. I stop. I resist. Tap. I touch my hair. Just once. I swear. No - not once, lots of times. Gotta stay symmetrical. Tap. Tap. I touch my face with one index finger. I hold back. A few labored minutes later - I brush my skin with the other hand. Tap. Tap. Tap. I  picture my mother dying by breaking her neck on the open kitchen drawer.  I close the drawer softly.  I wipe down the counter.  Better. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. There is something hiding in my closet. It wants to kill me.  I check in on it five times.  I sleep, facing the firmly s

James rounded a corner as he was going for a run to get fit. He was strongly considering a job in the defence force after he finished his final year in school, and needed a higher level of fitness to be accepted. He wasn't thinking about his fitness level though, he was rather captivated by the shadow of himself running along the footpath created by the headlights of a near by car – a glossy black '67 Mustang Fastback. He loved the way the shadows changed positions as the car drew nearer but when the car seemed to slow down he started to get worried as it was still behind him when it slowed. He sped up slightly because being followed at