Beyond language:
To live life at my own pace, with my own words… or no words. What’s it to you? I’m just going my own way, at my own speed, with my preferred company (or not)
No, I don’t look like them – different facial expressions, different appearance. Different view on appearance. Don’t want to look like them. Who’s them? 99% of everyone I see. Issue? Dunno, is it? Am I lonely? If you say so. But who are you to say?
I still like stuff. Music, alternative people, you know – stuff. Does that make me one of them? Does that make me one of you? Who are you?
Football fan – one of the biggest stereotypes. And yet how can I be a stereotype? This paragraph is too structured.
Like my beer, like my wine. Alcoholic? What’s ‘oholic? Who decides? Do I decide?
It’s late (apparently). Why do I feel like I should be asleep? I’m not, I don’t feel like it. “not enough sleep.” What’s enough? On who’s terms? Why do I even care?
A s*** piece of prose. A good piece of prose. Prose. What defines, who defines, who reads? Who cares? Me. But why?
Loads of anxiety posts. What’s anxiety? How can you label something that everyone feels so differently and affects them so differently? Or does anxiety / depression only affect those labelled? In that case what am I? “Number it.” OK. 4. Does that help? Who does it help? Am I a ‘4’ or am I a ‘4’ compared with everyone else? How do you quantify a feeling? Whoever can answer that, please tell me.
Section me. Whatever that means. Does that put me in a ‘section’ of society? Up to you I guess. Where to put this? Send to a safe place.
Spellchecked (written to convention). Send.