The seizure comes again like it has throughout the years. It rapes me as a writer takes all i love. The android typos and i have no choice but to use it. Here' where i'm at me-Seriquil clears my eye takes d o wn the voices and knocks me the fuck out. What's the point of being sane if i can't enjoy it? Me-this is p ure sleep and the typos are death Something mollests me i feel inside my dick and on the outside. I need a doctor t o prescribe me Adderall and this seriquil which has done good but not that good. Me-the anti-creativity emotion comes by. I aleady give up typing and a voice pretends to be christie my girlfriend from 13. I'm passing put on this pill i can't take this shit but there's nothing else yet. The doctor fears adderall and schizophrenia don't mix but in my cass i have narcolepsy and so, i really care about being awake over worrying if i hear es in the background of the place i live. The phone is dieing...