Like on one hand I don't have teenage hormone fueled angst of my childhood, on the other my brain just feels a bit weirder? Like sometimes I feel like a splatter of colourful goo on a pristine white floor or a disassembled 5000x5000 rubiks cube?? It's sort of gotten past the "I hate my life I want to die" phase and into the "I am no longer even present in the mortal realm of existence" one.

Sorry if it's super pretentious and shit idk just feeling a bit out of it.

Before anyone asks, no, I don't have a diagnosis, never bothered to find out what the fuck is wrong with me because honestly a lot of things are. I'm certainly not depressed or anything emotional like that just feels a bit like having a screw loose or clunky, rusty, outdated cogs up the noggin.

Old People, enlighten me because I've heard schizophrenia and other illnesses like that just settle into ur brain later in life and honestly, I won't be fucking suprised if ever it worms its way into me. Kinda feeling more and more unhinged as the years go by.