The hebephrenic side of me is named Mr Thoughtless. He is a childish hebephrenic who talks with neologisms, made up words, makes me shout, cry, jump, run, makes me do silly gestures and grimaces.
I realize that I need to release the energy I have, the anxiety.
I take 2 tranquilizers, plus a benzo as needed, plus the antipsychotics, and still have raw energy and anxiety
Live in Leipzig
Live in Sarpsborg
Live in Zeitz
Live in Jessheim
Do you have DID
No. I don’t lose time.
It’s delusion of control.
My hebephrenic side is symbolized by Mr Thoughtless
I really have a part of myself that is disorganized
Disorganized speech, disorganized behaviour, psychomotor agitation, retardation etc
I turn my head to the right and I shout “gagagan”.
I turn my head to the left and i shout “gagagan”
I slap my forehead repeatedly
Mr Thoughtless is old guy with hebephrenia.
Thats why I call him Mr.
Slap the door. Bad door.
Knock her up. Knock her out.
Procrastinate. It’s too late anyway
Mr Thoughtless talks gibberish
Should I call my psychiatrist?
I sent him a message yesterday on his smartphone. I don’t know if he sawwww it
Well, well, well, my Michelle
My earnings, my earings, my ear off my head.
The skull is naked
I talk with passion.
My God never gets old