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Last night I dreamt of wings, and the most difficult choice I've ever made, and tragedy.
It was elevated.
I'm going to the doctor in a little while, after waiting for this appointment since August. I don't know why mom scheduled it with a pediatrician, though- she made me a well check appointment because she thinks I have ADD. Would one not go to a neurologist?
I don't think I've got ADD... or maybe I do. But I think there's something else in that head of mine just waiting to be discovered: a tumor of words and emotions and memories that keeps me trapped in hyper-surreality. But I don't know. I'm looking forward to knowing what they find in my head- whether it's nothing or something bizarre, it'll be nice to know what on earth is going on, since I myself often have much difficulty comprehending things.
But I refuse to take any medicine that will change my words and change who I am.
I'm starving. It's time for food.
It was elevated.
I'm going to the doctor in a little while, after waiting for this appointment since August. I don't know why mom scheduled it with a pediatrician, though- she made me a well check appointment because she thinks I have ADD. Would one not go to a neurologist?
I don't think I've got ADD... or maybe I do. But I think there's something else in that head of mine just waiting to be discovered: a tumor of words and emotions and memories that keeps me trapped in hyper-surreality. But I don't know. I'm looking forward to knowing what they find in my head- whether it's nothing or something bizarre, it'll be nice to know what on earth is going on, since I myself often have much difficulty comprehending things.
But I refuse to take any medicine that will change my words and change who I am.
I'm starving. It's time for food.