The Imbalance Of A Mind
Love, glory, subtlety; what is the point anymore? In a time such as this, I had all but given up on life; the only thing preventing me from ending it being my inherent fear of what that end might bring. So, there I lay, anxious and paranoid, willing to fight to the death at a moment's notice but fearing nothing more than to see what there is for myself after the final unknown; after my death, in its morbid omnipresence.
Knowledge, sanity, innocence; without any, they all cannot exist; and yet all cannot feasibly coexist. Innocence brings false hope and spoils sanity. Sanity brings broken trust and spoils knowledge. Knowledge brings disgruntlement and spoils innocence.
I sat down with myself for what seemed like an age, and eventually decided to side with my intelligence; the path of knowledge is the path I would walk, and suffering or relishing in its name would convince me that I am truly still alive. They say knowledge is the best weapon of all... I see no need for any weapons stronger than those I can wield with my own hand. I took solace in the fact that there may be another intelligent that will cross my path one day; someone to take the edge off of my mind, or perhaps the edge off of thought itself. I slipped into insanity under the weight of my own psyche.
Height: 168 cm (5'6")
Weight: 49 kg (108 lb)
Occupation: Mental patient (or Patient Mental?)
Personality: Intelligent, schizophrenic, avant-garde, edgy, stoical
Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral