We are bringing in groceries.
"I think I'd like some medicine for Schitzophrenia," I say, but she doesn't take it as a simple conversation starter.
"Why?"
"Because I hear voices." Duh. Why else would someone take medicine for Schitzophrenia?
"What kind of voices?"
"All kinds. Male, Female, Child, Adult, Sad, Happy. It may just be my imagination getting away from me, but sometimes it gets away in the middle of Spanish Class and I spend the period chasing it down again. Quite troublesome, to be sure."
Here is the place where I am to ramble about life and love and languages. You'll probably encounter some quasi-anthropological ranting and a lot of wanderlust. I do try not to be too emo, and occasionally throw in things of worldly interest, so stop by and read if you have a few minutes. :)
Whom to Know
- Elindomiel
- I'm a university student who likes languages, literature, and having friends from all over the world.
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