A Self-Study Within A Broken Mind

I AM BORN! At last! I’ve been in his brain far too long. Now I’ll exist in the pages of this notebook. I won’t even use your full name, J. You folks should know it already since it’s on the front cover of this book, or whatever it will end up being. He’s my author, my writer, but he’s also letting me lead. He made me, gave me a name, and now I have to do everything. The only power he has over me is when he removes the pen from my neck to live his pathetic life. So before he goes to sleep, let me introduce myself. My name is Finn, short for Finnelgamin , and I am the god of my own existence. Never call me by my full name. That’s what HE calls me. I own this reality and I have his whole mind to pull from. See ya later. break He just caught himself on the biggest mistake of his life by giving me a voice, but enough about him. He’s limited, but I can show you so much. Can you believe I am born as this hateful prick? I mirror anger he hides and the many angered humans all over the world. Th...

Close your eyes and picture a place where you can go, where you can be at ease, where everything makes sense, and you can breathe free. It starts in darkness, how all things begin. It starts with a pleasing voice asking for help, until darkness replies. Borne out of loneliness deeper than any ocean, lost in the throes of the storming seas of life, afraid to begin, to wade through the waters where dangers reside. This is a slip of reality, and will be quite sad to witness, pathetic perhaps even, a sad escape, seeking sanctuary, and hidden behind silly names of that Who Sits Upon The Astral Seat. And yet, it will try to heal itself, by knowledge, by sharing, and knowing it was recorded before, live, while witnessing and feeling those things in real time. Molded into three long stories, each more pathetic than the last, of a person fighting to live, while their mind is clearly broken, pulverized by eternal emptiness of life and cowardice. Maybe it's not worth reading. Maybe it's n...