Schitzophrenia: a psychotic disorder characterized by loss of contact with the environment, by noticeable deterioration in the level of functioning in everyday life, and by disintegration of personality expressed as disorder of feeling, thought (as in hallucinations and delusions), and conduct; called also dementia praecox.

And that's straight from the dictionary. Don't give me that "they feel inferior" bullshit. I know what inferior feels like, trust me. Schitzophrenia is hardly just the feeling of inferiority. And also, if you actually have schitzophrenia, I hate to be the first one to tell you this, but....you have a mental disorder and other people find this fact quite disturbing.

And by the way, if you actually have schitzophrenia, who are you and why are you here? Shouldn't you be worried about getting the Little Voices to stop talking to you, "ya weirdo"?

(I hate being a bitch....honestly. No, really, I do. But when it's called for, it's called for. And plus it kind of feels good. Bwahaha.)

I really hope I just made someone feel like an ass. And if not, then that "weirdo" can just get the fuck away and not bother me. *grins*

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And now for the rest of the world.

I saw two really good shows this weekend, neither of which I expected to be that great. So, wonderful...my wasted time might have actually been well spent.

And plus I still have tonight to get my work done, right? RIGHT??

WRONG.

I was just informed that I am attending a concert this evening because someone has requested that I make an appearance onstage. Hmm...that's great and I'm flattered and all...but commmmmaaan. A girl's still got homework to do. Even the famous girls do. Honestly.

But I still have to go because I am being forced to by my mother. She says that I should feel honored and proud and blah blah blah....until I said, "May I remind you that this is a concert, not the presidential inauguration!"

But did that get me out of it?

Nnnooooo siirreeeee.

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God, I feel like such a bitch. Damn my conscience. Damn it to hell.

LITTLE VOICE: Well, you really are a bitch.

No, I'm not. I just like to think I am.

LV: No, um...you really are.

Oh, shut up. How would you know.

LV: Piss me off one more time and I close your throat on the Coke, kapeesh?

Gotcha.

LV: You're so inferior.

I know it. Hey, do you constitute me being crazy?

LV: Yes. A thousand times yes.

Thanks for clearing that up.

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