He...The Problem

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Somehow his head has become unhinged. Maybe it happened when he was a child. Maybe when he was a teenager. He couldn't quite figure it out. He was a male with a body aged about 18 years. At the moment, in some present day and time, he is sitting...bathed in white light. The kind of white light you see overhead in shit DMV's or in a school or a hospital or almost anywhere. After spending a total of about 30 odd minutes in this light, one can feel quite uneasy, somewhat blinded; he was feeling those very symptoms at the very moment of happening. He knows that at the end of this very long day of useless teachings being drastically thrown on him against, honestly, his own will that he and his eyes will be, honestly, strung out from the light. After 8 or so hours in this the eyes have strained for hours upon more hours in it so that coming outside of the institution, the eyes truly feel heavy after all the work they've been doing in a day of snow blindness. He struggles his ass home to nothingness. In his mind Nothingness is what it all really is to him; thats what he possess...Nothing. He finds it easy to mozie around the house but the hardest thing to try and find something to do, because all he wants to do is mozie. He lives with his father aged about 64 years. His mother? He can't remember. Was she worth the remembrance? Not to He...