I remember when I first started becoming psychotic.

I was at the psych ward. I was smoking a cigarette and I will be inflicted with intrusive thoughts of hate. I guess what keep me alive was hope and realizing a lot of things wee see, hear, speak is garbage. I speak because I felt I had an encounter with death and I was slowly fading away when I cut my wrist. I also thought about a woman I used to love during that time I was into Blood type diets and when I search her name on facebook she was also into blood type diets.