look at how intelligible i am when i'm rping and not talking as myself 😒😣😒😣😣😣😣😣😒

• I just want someone to like me. I want to have friends. I want to have friends, and people that understand me. I want people to care about me, not to be disgusted by me. Please. I can't take this. I'm trying so hard to be a good person.
• Well, what I had intended to do was to go out for a nice little walk. But I ended up having a staring contest with the door. It lost. The closet had the sheer audacity to blink. I can't believe it.
• They're coming. Yes, them. I can't say who exactly, now. That would be telling. Come back to me when your head is clear.
• I'd like to go see them. I really would, more than anything - But I think Mem would say no, and I don't know if I could handle it.
• Hold on. I'll do a sun dance and conjure up some sun from under my hat. Watch. I am powerful.
• God took my eyes because I was made for better things than vision.
• I'm just so tired. Tired of feeling tired. I don't know what's happening to me anymore.
• Will you walk with me? Just through today's brain fog, please. I don't want to be alone.
• There was something more to him that I couldn't place. A kindness, I think... It's good to know that I wasn't wrong about him.
• We're at a bit of an impasse here.
• I think I did something horrible today. No... no, I did. I messed up. I made someone angry with me.
• Mm-mm. I need to get up. I've already stayed in bed for long enough to be considered pathetic. The night has come to pass and the day has begun.
• I guess it's really not so bad for me if I have things I'll never be able to do. I know I'm never gonna be some big-shot painter. Hell, I'm never gonna be a big-shot anything. I have all the charm and personality of a wet paper towel.
• (on somewhere he has been multiple times before) Dear lord, where are my glasses? I have no idea where I am. I don't even recognize these streets. Oh man, what'll I do? I'm lost, aren't I? Well... I don't really want to be found anyway.
• He's a local fixture for sure. Gave me a nasty shock the first time I seen him ripping pages outta the Bible in that gas station. Nearly made me fall off my damn bike.
• I never really understood the point. There's nothing to glean from watching snuff. Besides arousal, if you're sick like that. It's not... It's not art. Not in any form of the word. No.
• My doctors are always telling me to not stand up for too long or walk too much and to not run. No sports either - So on and so forth. At this point, all I'm worried about is that some jackass'll try and kick my knee in or something.
• Watch that game. We're losing. Really? No, of course not. I wouldn't be able to tell even if we were. I didn't even bother looking at the score board, I'm just making things up.
• Hard headed and air-headed. I can always count on you not to listen to a word I say.
• I'm talking about astrology, so none of what I said really makes sense. It's pseudoscience. It isn't a hard science like psychology. So you have to take it with a grain of salt, and not apply the same rigid rules to it that you would to stuff like chemistry or biology. Who the hell is Saturn to tell me my year's going to be full of strife and pain? Who is he?
• They locked me in the bin multiple times before. I'm a frequent guest at the funny padded room building. You can't keep a madman down. (Sarcastically)
• Because being stable and Timothy are mutually exclusive. I'm far from a functioning person. An eldritch being trying to fit into some hardly human disguise and failing miserably.
• I don't have the energy to move. I'd pass out halfway to the kitchen and spill the entire pot and get hot soup all over myself in the process of passing out. I will become one with the soup.
• The melatonin never works. I swear it's a placebo pill. I don't get why people spend any cash on that crap when they can just put themselves through an all-nighter and collapse from exhaustion the next evening.
• No, no, no... What? I'm not him. I am NOT Sobel.
• Well, when I'm not napping or feeling terrible, I like drawing. I mean, I love it. I'm absolutely in love with drawing. It's kind of the only hobby of mine, so I try to make it a pretty big part of my life. I try to draw at least a few times a week, when I'm feeling up to it. And I'm very into books. I love reading.
• As long as you keep coming back to my hovel, I'll allow it. Though you'll have to pay the toll upon entrance. That's the only caveat.
• Tell you what. I'm going to be perfectly honest - I don't have any social skills. I never did. I avoid people. Most people make me nervous. Most life forms make me nervous, you know? But I think that you make a fine exception.
• This is me when I was maybe, like... six? We were in Cuba for a visit, and we went to a petting zoo. There was this pig that really, really liked me. It wouldn't leave me alone. Pretty much followed me everywhere. I, uh... remember it kept bumping its nose against my hand, hoping I'd feed it some crackers. I remember it really loved crackers. I don't know why. It's name was Marigold, I think. I remember wanting to take it home, but obviously I couldn't. Ma said the pig wouldn't fit in the house.
• Thank you so much for sharing this information. Now I would like for my brain to be outside my skull.
• You'd think it'd be less painful with the needle the size and thickness of a pen nib. What's the point of a needle that small? What's the point of IVs in general, man?
• It'll be hard trying to forget this embarrassing display on her part. It's not every day that I run into an asshat of her caliber.
• My bones are tired, my mind is tired, everything is tired. The only energy I have is being used to keep my heart beating and it isn't enough.
• I really appreciate you making everything as difficult and annoying as possible tonight.
• I'd say I love you, but right now I'm having a real hard trying to feel anything but exhaustion and annoyance.
• Barbeque spaghetti is genuinely the worst. It's the most disgusting thing Tennesee has spawned other than Volunteers fans.