I have inherited the personality when I'm younger. Isolation, was a friend I've grown to like. The voice in my head, even though subtle, talks and directs me - when me as an outsider walked the planes of earth with great confusion. As a child, I question everything. Why people do this, and what makes my friends happy. What do I do, I join in. I don't know what they term things, and I seem to have lost myself into knowing what things really mean when they really say it. I do it, because I want to create theories, and seem myself as normal - to be in the crowd and fit in. I am skeptical, but I join the crowd, no matter how separated and controlled I feel whenever I'm around them. That's never grown out of me at times.

I often play with my stationaries as characters then imagining things happening, but they do not appear in front of me. I never have any imaginary friends because I am well-off. But I am equipped with imagination and magic, and a dash of magical thinking all contained in my little head. Sometimes I hear voices, and sometimes I feel some sort of presence behind my back, but that all disappears now. It's faint but I had lived out of it.

I am neither here or there. I think differently to people. Absorbing atmospheres, becoming easily endorsed in an 'inner world' about a certain phase or topic or time of year. Appreciating this - I have a new aim, I want to be different.

but things change when you grow up. You've become less of what you are, adopting normal habits and definitions. But I still have it. I still think very metaphorical, i believe things relate from one thing to another at a random event, and I pay attention to little details when I want to. I also have difficulty in expressing myself towards others, but that has improved. I did find out I'm not really just the only one.

I still can never resurrect things out of my mind. I am sane. I am completely sane.
I am not schizotypal, but I can say I've got a foot in.