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6 days agoI ate a french taco. Never again.
Nothing would stay in my body, even water.


I ate a french taco. Never again.
Nothing would stay in my body, even water.
I don’t have a favorite animal, but my closed ones started to think I have a thing for deep-sea anglerfish, and they may be right.


I have something like this. It’s mostly music, things on or under my skin and some smells, sometimes people lose their heads too (didn’t happen for a while). But I can’t make it disappear, even if I know there is nothing. I kinda like the music, but the first occurrences were scary. It sometimes happens I can’t tell what is common reality and what is not, and of course it’s always fucking scary things.
I had it for delusion too, like I know it is, but it doesn’t matter. I was paranoid for years, it went worse and worse and I knew it was paranoia. I still believed some people could read thought my eyes while I writing, following me, etc.
It protects me for saying it to the wrong person, and it doesn’t take all my life, but it’s annoying. But there are nice things in it, like the music, I’m understanding with weird people, I’m creative for hiding things, I spoke with my tiles one day, I don’t panic easily.