I don’t believe you, because you started this conversation criticizing me for things I do out of my problems but deflect into it being performance art so I don’t go kill myself for being so God damn inferior to the average person that they always start shit by reflecting on how inferior I am by their normative standards set forth by the culture that bequeathed them.

That’s what it’s like, being schizoaffective, if you didn’t know. Of course, I’m talking to God now, as only He is really listening to what I say every day.