I don’t know much about the supernatural world. Even though I have schizophrenia, I’ve never been tortured. Neither have I ever experienced the luxuries the upper crust have or the lives of everyone in between. Most of what I know just comes from reality like mundane stuff like my friend moving away. I feel like I’m romanticizing her move to Vegas because I sometimes want to get away from it all. But usually what’s on my mind is just small stuff like whether I kept up with chores and how my mental health is being monitored. I definitely feel like Heaven and Hell, the upper class and the untouchables are all very real though sometimes my mind fights against believing even that. Sometimes I feel like even my group home friends have it better than me in some ways because they can use magic, though I am grateful that I live at home and am coping. I don’t really romanticize living with privilege since my delusions tell me seeing the other side of the door will mostly reveal horror stuff and it isn’t the flawless world I’m imagining. I don’t have the magic power to do anything big like transverse time, and I want to stick to small stuff like sending my prayers to the damned. Lately I’ve been isolating more because I feel strangers I see in public act rude to me. Idk, most of the time life doesn’t make sense to me. I feel the least stressed when I don’t have to interact with anyone, so I’m glad tomorrow it will be the weekend. Temperatures are in the lower 60s in my part of Hawaii today and the holidays usually are cheerful for me.