I have this persistent itching in my crotch. I’m going to see my GP about it. Maybe he’ll apply some ointment.
On another note, I have a persistent delusion that, when I die, my soul will live on tied to my body. Though inert and lifeless, my soul will experience every moment of death. Every month passing with rotting flesh, I will be there, stuck as it were, experiencing all of the pain.
Now, this may interest some of you who are medically minded. That same delusion, once upon a time, was my cause for catatonic schizophrenia. I believed that in the long run, the best solution to existing forever in the grave was to simply not move at all until I starved to death.
I kept this charade on for a week, not eating, and remaining motionless. This was all happening inside a seclusion room in a hospital. My mother was beside herself with fear and despair. It was only at her behest that I would eat a spoonful of yogurt. Or sit up from time to time.
This was the state of mind I was in. I believe it was finally my mother who convinced me to start moving around. This would mark the beginning of the worst year of my life - a year spent in the psych ward with non-stop thought insertions every two seconds, day and night, with an exception for four or five hours of sleep - for an entire year.
Now, I say this because I believe Christianity planted the seeds of that delusion. And I fucking hate that religion for that reason.
Before anyone questions the validity of this dormant zombie belief I sometimes have in my darkest moments, I am already aware that it is a delusion.
Thanks for reading. Please feel free to go fuck your selves. I mean that in the most sincere of ways. 
we’re all friends here.
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That is the most irresponsible advice I have EVER heard! Bad monkey! 