I am schizophrenic. I am a normal member of society. I work at a car company. I have brown hair. I have brown eyes. I like being perfect. I am collected. I like to deduce things. I am intelligent. I am The Narrator from Fight Club.
“Tyler..”
Jack had come home from his mediocre office job. His tie was loose, his eyebags droopier than usual. He mindlessly looked at the space monkeys passing by with large buckets of lye.
“*Come on*, man. When will you end Project Mayhem? I’m sick of all these damn people going in and out of the house.”
“I still can’t sleep and I think all of this is making things worse.”
| this is excitement?
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🪩| last friday night (T.G.I.F)!
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˚ ༘ ☠︎︎ ⋆。˚ — hit me
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