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[Laugh at my profile And I'll jusp your a**. Srsly, stfubitch.]
X X X X Inside my creative little headXXXX
Hrm...wait what's this? A visitor? For me? Wow, I haven't gotten a visitor since...well...since I was sent to this place. What exactly is 'This place' you ask? Well everyone has different names for 'This place'. My Imaginary...*ahem* best friend Bob calls it a Hell-hole. I call it heaven. My therapist calls it work. I call it an arcade. My mom calls it an asylum. I call it home...
Everyone says that I was sent here because I had "problems". Psht, problems. Just because I have a big imagination doesn't mean I have problems. It's not my fault they're blind to all the amazing things I can see. To be honest, I feel kind of bad for them. They're missing out on everything beautiful in this world, like the pretty pony that dances around our house, gagging up pretty black and white rainbows all the time. And Bob. Oh, poor poor bob. They can't see him like I do. I see bob for what he really is. A misunderstood little boy who makes himself invisible to the outside world. My parents, family and friends need to extend their imaginations, and open up their eyes and actually pay attention to him. That's how they'll actually notice him and see him there.
Well, enough about my problems...or gifts as I like to call them. It's time to actually get to know me. I reside in a padded room. More specifically known as room number 4345. My favorite outfit you ask? Well, a pretty little straitjacket of course. Though tight, it doesn't look too bad when decorated with a little butterfly here and there.
I'm known as the rebel in my "neighborhood". Mostly because I never cooperate with the lady that takes care of me;Otherwise known as my nurse. But I like to think of her as a magical fairy princess that will someday magically make the outsiders think like all the nice girls and boys that live around me. She takes really good care of me, and often reassures me that I'm not infact crazy, but creative and special, in my own unique little way. I love her to pieces, and my magical rainbow barfing pony does to. We wish all the workers that worked around my cozy little padded room were like her. But unfortunately, My pony lacks the power to forces them into submission. He used up all his power while fighting with Bob one day. Teehee, they're just the cutest little things, aren't they?
Wait what? My name? Haha, I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll be able to tell you that. My therapist Mr.Wilson told me not to talk to stranger. Oh whoops, oh my, I shouldn't have talked to you.
Er well, unfortunately, I must go now. Bye bye for now dear stranger. I err....must go, Dr.Wilson, my therapist has asked me to go err... meet him. I hate going to Therapy sessions though, mostly because I can't bring Sparkles, My magical pony, and Bob my best friend along. He thinks those two distract me too much. I just can't help it, those two are hysterical. I don't know what I would do without them.
Oh whoops, there I go again. Well bye bye.
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