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Re: [Short fill 2/3]Re: Kurtofsky, Established Relationship, Mental IllnessroarpuckzillaFebruary 19 2012, 00:29:45 UTC
My name is David Karofsky. I am ten years old. I live in Lima, Ohio, with my mama and papa and my hamster. I like drawing and playing ball. Nobody wants to play ball with me. I have no friends. I tell them about what I see, and they say I'm a liar. If I'm a liar, it mustn't exist. It's all in my mind.
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My name is David Karofsky. I am sixteen years old. I live in Lima, Ohio, with my dad and my pet dog Wally. I play for the school's hockey and football teams. I think I might be gay. I am in a classroom of twelve other people. We're learning advanced calculus. Nobody else is staring at the seat directly in front of me. There mustn't be a monster there. I am merely imagining things.
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My name is David Karofsky. I am twenty one years old. I live in Manhattan, New York, with my boyfriend Kurt Hummel. It is our first wedding anniversary today. I am on my way to work, in my new Chevvy. We bought it last week together. I didn't like the colour, but Kurt insisted on it being red for a fashion statement. I am stuck in traffic lights. Nobody else is staring at the top of the car directly in front of me. There mustn't be a monster there. I am merely imagining things. I thought I would be better by now. If I want to be better, I must be sick. I think I am losing my mind. I think I may have lost it a long time ago. If I am not sick, there must be a monster. Nobody else is staring. Maybe it's rude to stare. Maybe I'm just impolite. Maybe I am insane.
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My name is David Karofsky. I was twenty four years old when I got here. I don't know how old I am now. I don't know where I am. There are people all around. People in white coats, which shine weirdly and make my eyes hurt. They keep putting stuff in my arm, and it hurts, and it makes it hard to think. I don't know if this is real or not. Kurt comes to see me a lot, because I usually see him sitting beside me if I wake up. I don't know why I'm here. I think I'm forgetting something. Thinking too much makes my head hurt.
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My name is David Karofsky. I am twenty five years old. It was my birthday yesterday. They brought me a blue cake and ice cream. They let me do some drawing again, after I talked with the nice woman again. They were saying something about reducing my dosage. I don't know what that means, but if it stops my head from hurting, I don't really care. I just want to get out of here. I want to go home. Kurt isn't allowed to see me alone any more. I can't remember why. I think everyone here is trying to kill me, but if I play along, they might let me out. They let me do some drawing today. I drew things that made a couple of patients cry. I think they're not going to let me draw any more.
[Short fill 3/3 END]Re: Kurtofsky, Established Relationship, Mental IllnessroarpuckzillaFebruary 19 2012, 00:30:53 UTC
My name is David Karofsky. I am twenty five, two months and three weeks old today. It is my wedding anniversary. Kurt told me this, because he brought me some chocolate. They're my favourites. I remember some things now. I can think again. It's nice to be able to think. I think a lot about Kurt. I think I love him, and I can think about why too. He's very pretty, and very kind. He strokes my hand a lot, which feels nice. I think he loves me too, but he cries a lot when he thinks I can't see. I know because the nurses - the people in the white coats, who are trying to help, not to hurt - hand him tissues. He doesn't like to cry in front of me. I think he thinks it may upset me. I don't know why.
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My name is David Karofsky. I am twenty five, four months and two days old. They're reducing my dosage again. The doctors are trying to help. The woman in the coloured room is a psychologist. They are taking me on a trip out today. They say we're going to see some horses, in a ranch not too far from here. I am in a psychiatric hospital, in Chicago. I live in Chicago, with Kurt, but I can't live with him right now. I think I tried to hurt myself. I have funny marks on my hands, but they've faded a lot over time. I think they're the reason I'm here. I don't think I'm sick any more. The doctors say I'm getting a lot better, and I can see Kurt a lot more because of it. Sometimes he curls up, and tells me he loves me. He strokes my hand a lot more, and talks about things I'm beginning to recall. Our families; work; where we live; people we know. He doesn't talk about why I'm here. The haze on my thoughts is starting to lift. They say they can stop drugging me up so much, since I'm not as violent as I was. I don't know how violent I can be. I can't remember.
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My name is David Karofsky. I am twenty five, seven months and ten days old. Kurt came to see me again. I definitely love him. I'm beginning to remember more about my life. My dosage is slowly beginning to decrease, and I can think a lot more. I'm almost ashamed of how I've acted so far. I can remember assaulting nurses, convinced that they were demons. The demons are not real. They never have been real. I have not, however, been a liar, because they were real to me. I have schizophrenia. It is treatable. They will manage the hallucinations, and the nightmares that have haunted me my entire life. Kurt cried when they said I am almost better. He didn't try to hide this time. I hate it when he hides. Even if we're together, he'll curl his head in my chest so I can't see. I'll hold him there until he stops. They say I might be able to go home in a little while. I'll be on drugs forever, but if they stop me seeing things, I don't care. I just want to go home, to the small but stylish apartment Kurt and I share. I just want to be with my husband again.
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Kurt smiled in his sleep, curled up on his chest. David smiled down at him, one hand brushing through his hair, admiring the softness; the smell; the feel of Kurt everywhere. He'd missed this the most.
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My name is David Karofsky. This game is something that has tried to help me since forever, but I don't need the help any more. I'm home now. I'm with my family, where I belong. I've never been happier. I'm finally at peace in my own head. I know that I'm going to be okay now. I have Kurt. This game isn't something I need, because I know my own mind, and god, it feels so peaceful. For the first time in my life, I think I can relax.
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My name is David Karofsky. I am sixteen years old. I live in Lima, Ohio, with my dad and my pet dog Wally. I play for the school's hockey and football teams. I think I might be gay. I am in a classroom of twelve other people. We're learning advanced calculus. Nobody else is staring at the seat directly in front of me. There mustn't be a monster there. I am merely imagining things.
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My name is David Karofsky. I am twenty one years old. I live in Manhattan, New York, with my boyfriend Kurt Hummel. It is our first wedding anniversary today. I am on my way to work, in my new Chevvy. We bought it last week together. I didn't like the colour, but Kurt insisted on it being red for a fashion statement. I am stuck in traffic lights. Nobody else is staring at the top of the car directly in front of me. There mustn't be a monster there. I am merely imagining things. I thought I would be better by now. If I want to be better, I must be sick. I think I am losing my mind. I think I may have lost it a long time ago. If I am not sick, there must be a monster. Nobody else is staring. Maybe it's rude to stare. Maybe I'm just impolite. Maybe I am insane.
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My name is David Karofsky. I was twenty four years old when I got here. I don't know how old I am now. I don't know where I am. There are people all around. People in white coats, which shine weirdly and make my eyes hurt. They keep putting stuff in my arm, and it hurts, and it makes it hard to think. I don't know if this is real or not. Kurt comes to see me a lot, because I usually see him sitting beside me if I wake up. I don't know why I'm here. I think I'm forgetting something. Thinking too much makes my head hurt.
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My name is David Karofsky. I am twenty five years old. It was my birthday yesterday. They brought me a blue cake and ice cream. They let me do some drawing again, after I talked with the nice woman again. They were saying something about reducing my dosage. I don't know what that means, but if it stops my head from hurting, I don't really care. I just want to get out of here. I want to go home. Kurt isn't allowed to see me alone any more. I can't remember why. I think everyone here is trying to kill me, but if I play along, they might let me out. They let me do some drawing today. I drew things that made a couple of patients cry. I think they're not going to let me draw any more.
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My name is David Karofsky. I am twenty five, four months and two days old. They're reducing my dosage again. The doctors are trying to help. The woman in the coloured room is a psychologist. They are taking me on a trip out today. They say we're going to see some horses, in a ranch not too far from here. I am in a psychiatric hospital, in Chicago. I live in Chicago, with Kurt, but I can't live with him right now. I think I tried to hurt myself. I have funny marks on my hands, but they've faded a lot over time. I think they're the reason I'm here. I don't think I'm sick any more. The doctors say I'm getting a lot better, and I can see Kurt a lot more because of it. Sometimes he curls up, and tells me he loves me. He strokes my hand a lot more, and talks about things I'm beginning to recall. Our families; work; where we live; people we know. He doesn't talk about why I'm here. The haze on my thoughts is starting to lift. They say they can stop drugging me up so much, since I'm not as violent as I was. I don't know how violent I can be. I can't remember.
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My name is David Karofsky. I am twenty five, seven months and ten days old. Kurt came to see me again. I definitely love him. I'm beginning to remember more about my life. My dosage is slowly beginning to decrease, and I can think a lot more. I'm almost ashamed of how I've acted so far. I can remember assaulting nurses, convinced that they were demons. The demons are not real. They never have been real. I have not, however, been a liar, because they were real to me. I have schizophrenia. It is treatable. They will manage the hallucinations, and the nightmares that have haunted me my entire life. Kurt cried when they said I am almost better. He didn't try to hide this time. I hate it when he hides. Even if we're together, he'll curl his head in my chest so I can't see. I'll hold him there until he stops. They say I might be able to go home in a little while. I'll be on drugs forever, but if they stop me seeing things, I don't care. I just want to go home, to the small but stylish apartment Kurt and I share. I just want to be with my husband again.
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Kurt smiled in his sleep, curled up on his chest. David smiled down at him, one hand brushing through his hair, admiring the softness; the smell; the feel of Kurt everywhere. He'd missed this the most.
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My name is David Karofsky. This game is something that has tried to help me since forever, but I don't need the help any more. I'm home now. I'm with my family, where I belong. I've never been happier. I'm finally at peace in my own head. I know that I'm going to be okay now. I have Kurt. This game isn't something I need, because I know my own mind, and god, it feels so peaceful. For the first time in my life, I think I can relax.
I'm finally home.
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