Just for those who do not know,
this is not actually an account
of real events.
This was a project I had to do on oppression
for my english class.
I've never even been to Africa.
About Me
- Cyanide Psychosis
- Inferno, Connecticut, United States
- There are many things that I am, just as there are many things that I am not. I am 16. I have the mind of someone far beyond my physical age (or so I am told). I am open-minded, creative, intelligent (in my own perspective), a lover of cats, overly affectionate, and rather spastic. I have been called many names; some insulting, some complimenting, some downright repulsive, and some I'd rather not repeat or hear ever again. I am what one might call strange. I assure you, I can live with that. The world is consumed in the idea that society is all that matters. We are to be good and well behaved. Fit the mold. Perfection is nonexistent. Normalcy is a figment of our imaginations. Time is an illusion. In society, we must be good boys and girls. Good and sane. Let me ask you... what's really wrong with insanity?
My Route To School
This is the way I would walk to school every day, taking care not to get hit by passing busses, of course.
My trip to the Orphanage
It was quite a long trip, filled with car sickness and boredom. But at least Kuli was there to keep me company.
To My New Home
After meeting my husband, as well as after leaving the orphanage, we decided to settle down in a nice place a little outside Cape Tow.
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