"I can't take a moment without counting my surroundings, and when I counted all, I still keep trying."
"I count all my steps, my breathes, my words. I count the number of bites I take, and the number of things ive learned. I count the picture frames the same as the rest, in sets of 2’s, 5’s, and 10’s."
"My brain is fogged with all types of sights, but none of them look just right. I feel their presence and what they depict, but none of them have a clear image. I see nothing, and that's about it. I can feel the colours and the actions that match, but what i'm thinking of, I can't tell you that."
"Colours come around to help me feel peace, the same way that patterns and numbers fix when im uneasy. The mix of patterns, and numbers, and lines make me crazy, and I don't know why. The constant counting of 2, 4, and 6 is the only thing in my brain that clicks. Being unsure is always unnice, but counting things out delays my demise."