I can be myself again

I never had a problem with anything, ever, until the day I became conscious of my self and my surroundings. Before then? I may as well have been a flower.

I Smiled as I closed my eyes and a brilliant, ultraviolet blue, washed over the edges of my pitch-black vision. Lyrics flowing through my mind's ears, "And I'll never soak my brain another day--I let it waste away, I let you drip away~" For just a brief moment, all dogs went to heaven.

Spoilers for Disco Elysium. "Instead of air, you exhale thoughts. There are no trees that breathe thoughts."

None of these say, "When you find four fortunes in one cookie, it is time to play the lottery."

When I'm slighted by people with broken glass in their eyes, I realize I enjoyed life more, the more I could spend time alone. Without having to meet other people's expectations. Without being obligated to feel or act in a way that isn't in my current capacity. No, I can't replace your broken eyes.