fuck you seizure

That's the point i'm at in my relationship with the voices. Deep down I don't recognize them as ghosts but an illness. The days i was on the street mentally ill with no cell phone after 'Hbo' takes my phone have ruined my life. Lacking tooth brushing at all has destroyed my life/teeth making it impossible to just go back to work. We're at the Little Nemo on Hbo point season:5 of analyzing of looking over every symptom and me facing entering people since forecastmazy.blogspot.com I can't control when the seizure comes on, i hid this but there is no point if i can't live within the film industry and i've come to the point that it's better to be honest with my blog than just pretens nothing's wrong/try to pose and just hope nobody ever sees me seizure. After i put it on facebook.com/chrismastronardi.5 it was inevitable to acknowledge. The doctor says amphetamines don't mix with schizophrenia even though Adderall is the only thing so far that has affected me positively. Every other medication i have had only hurts me. Abilify,welbutrin,lamictil, anxiety,sickness,depression Ritalin did help in the past but that was before i was sick 05 School of Visual Arts. My teeth feel like their all going to fall out and my Health Insurance Health First only pays for noncosmetic teeth work. Dentures are the only thing non cosmetic i'm pretty sure. So my life is over. I don't even believe in the magic of the show anymore, i mocked it telling the voices to final destination my silver tile muses if it's real. But their all happy and tattoo artists and comedians now and i'm dealing with a voice that makes me draw on a newspaper i use to write to the manhattan masonic lodge (and since the masons rule the world i look at them as the metaphysical police so i ask them to fix me-) It's hit a wall and in the moments i can't type i regret must trust from forecastmazy.blogspot.com Sometimes the voices even review earlier seasons of Little nemo on Hbo. At this point they are my friends and enemies i have sent myself soooooo far away from anna and the group of friends i loved and sang to outside School of Visual Arts when i thought i was being held hostage (to call for help) in forecastmazy.blogspot.com -