Once upon a time there was a little girl who had strange thoughts. She thought nobody cared about her so she hid in a small town post office when it was closing time just to see if anyone would look for her. After it got dark she got scared and started crying and the post master who lived behind the post office in the same building found her and took her home.

That girl was 3 at the time. Shortly after this she was jealous of her bro getting attention cause he was sick and got ahold of his penicillin and took the whole, rx and had to get her tummy pumped out. Later she who would drink anything anybody left in their cup, found a cup of bleach somebody had brought back and drank it and once again had her tummy pumped, then back to jealous took an entire bottle of aspirin and had her tummy pumped. Think she'd learn huh? This was all before she was four.

Once upon a time there was a girl who felt "off". Ever since she was a little girl. She saw lots of doctors and therapists. One day they said she was depressed...another day they said she had panic disorder, another time it was Generalized Anxiety Disorder, essentially is was all Bipolar Disorder. The doctors put her on meds. Lots of them, and they changed them all the time. She was never the same again, and to this day still struggles with her illness. The End...for now.

Once there was a great writer of childrens' tales. One night she had the inspiration for a wonderfully incitefull story. She took her nightly dosage of the medicine, Seroquel ;sat down at her computer; and promptly fell asleep with her head resting on the keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

once upon a time there was a weird girl who sat in corners at school writing in notebooks,
the girl turned 15 and was visited by a terrible witch who said her name was "bipolar disorder."

I will curse you forever, said the witch, but you will also be blessed because now you are on a journey to find answers.

the girl was confused and spent many years seeking answers in all the wrong places. along the way many men posed as the handsome prince who would save her life, only to discover later that they wanted to steal things from her.

now the weird girl/princess lives in a beautiful castle (condominium) with her parents. she dyed her hair black and she is still very weird and still sits around with notebooks writing down too much stuff.

she now has a black dog who stays with her everywhere. he's her protector. she doesn't currently trust handsome princes.

a good fairy named Lamictal came along this year and granted the girl several of her wishes.

Once upon a time there was a princess who was cursed with terrible visions and abominations. Then she met a handsome prince, Prince Pdoc, and he gave her some magic beans and she lived happily ever after in a little cottage with some elves or some shit like that.

Once upon a time there was an ugly princess. Her mother read her The Ugly Duckling and said she too would grow up to be a swan. Just as the princess was poised to fly in the real ivory tower of academia, a toad disguised as a handsome prince touched her.

She saw visions, experienced a connectivity with the universe, and an impalpable sense of ... owning the world. She grew big with this responsibility and soon collapsed.

One day she met a sorcerer who availed her of tinctures and she felt better. But never the same.

Now she waits for her prints (finger) to arrive... for a government job that pays poorly. Destitute, the princess is too moody to decide whether she is ugly or beautiful, and fears she will live happily and depressed ever after. The End.

Once upon a time there was a little girl who lived in two worlds: reality, and fantasy.

She wanted to be many things, but she wanted to be like Heidi - to live away in the mountains, with a kindly grandfather who loved her, and be pretty and sweet and kind; to love simple things, and live on bread and cheese and goats milk, and read to blind people, and love life Every Day.

But the little girl was always of Two Minds; sometimes she would not want to be Heidi, but just be a Blob, and do nothing, and Feel nothing. How sad.

The little girl grew up and now wanted to be Mary Poppins, and be pretty, and sweet, and kind; to be organized, and magical, and Fix Everyone who needed it and never to have to stay anywhere longer than was needed. And to be able to Float away into the Clouds when the work was done.

But the grown-up girl was still of Two Minds, and still wanted to be a Blob sometimes.

And still wanted to be Heidi, as well.

And became Some of Both, some of Neither.

And was Never Truly Happy.

Once upon a time there lived an eight year old boy who, with his sister and parents wnet to sleep for the night. The boy awoke after a few hours and placed himself in the exact spot on the bed where he thought would be his casket and carefully folded his hands over his chest. When he awoke the next morning, his closet latch in the door was talking to him and told him he was going to be like this for the rest of his life. The boy ran out of the bedroom and flew down the stairs and ran out the front door. All he ever did was write lyrics down on paper and imagine the score for them. He became good at it but it did him no good. He found a brand new set of friends that he loved very dearly when he grew older and has lived with his kitties and faults for many years. Even though his spirit was crushed by problems, he always had a smile on his face and seemed happy to all that knew him. Little did they know that the boy who became a man still remembered that scene so long ago about the casket. I think he lives out by the ocean in a wonderful place full of animals of all kinds and lived happily ever after.

See Greg run
Run Greg run
See Greg crash
Crash Greg crash
See Greg talk to people who aren't there
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