Never Writes:

A Better Introduction (of sorts)

Hello. My name is Never. Never Neverman. Neverman like “Silverman” and not like Superman. It is obviously not my real name. Not my given name. Well I guess I gave it to myself. Why did I write that? Why am I wasting your time? Shut up.

Hello! My name is Never. Just Never. I am mentally ill. I hate this to be honest with you. I am not really sure what I’m doing. I know I should introduce myself. I’m not entirely sure why though. It is difficult for me to focus my thoughts when speaking about myself. I lack confidence. No that’s not it. That is inaccurate. I lack the belief that what I say is important enough to be said and definitely not no no no no no no no no no no no non kjnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnijudtwantosleeppleaseletmegonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

Hello. I’m Never and welcome to my blog. This is a place where I intend to share my thoughts and views on various things and ugh. UGH! I don’t know how anyone does it really. Saying something like ” Hi I’m ##### and I like Final Fantasy|Capricorn|Dreamer|Dog Hero|lover of oats|Sneaky little monkey|mdni|.” I envy people who can just be. That still believe in a world where they matter. Where what they say matters. I don’t want this to be bleak but that’s all that comes out. so that means that is all that’s within. Tar. Sewage. I ache with it. Why can’t I delete anything??????????????????????

Hello. My name is #@%*$!^(@ and I want to **(( myself. I think about it everyday. I’ve already decided it is how I want to #*#. There is no where to talk about it. No where to express it. If you mention it to a #(#%($ as I have in the past they take you away in chains, ask you racist questions and then lock you in a green room with a bed built into the floor. Bloodstains on the walls. If you mention it anywhere online they delete you, which might be ironic. I wish I could delete this. I wish I could deeeeeeeeeele

Hello. I’m a piece of a piece. A mistake overwritten. Cached and indexed in a file. Then hidden. A faded folder filled full with fear. A forced configuration. * @!^% %( #*#  but not just yet. and I worry that its all of us. I hope it’s just me.