stippling
I am not grey. I'm stippled.
I KNOW everything it's a mixed bag, but I am incapable of FEELING like there's a middle level. At a given time, I'm thinking "Everything is wonderful! It's perfect!" and I'm caught up that way, or I'm thinking "I hate you. This sucks. Go to hell." and I'm too busy glaring at everything to notice anything else.
No middleground, no battle.
I KNOW everything it's a mixed bag, but I am incapable of FEELING like there's a middle level. At a given time, I'm thinking "Everything is wonderful! It's perfect!" and I'm caught up that way, or I'm thinking "I hate you. This sucks. Go to hell." and I'm too busy glaring at everything to notice anything else.
No middleground, no battle.