Like everyone else in this world, I have issues. I have a chronic, debilitating mental infection called wourriphilus. Wourrie for short. Actually, it’s just worry. I’m sorry if I frightened you. I know this doesn’t sound as uncontrollably merciless as Mad Cow Disease or the Ebola virus. But when you’re an introvert, like me, dark thoughts fester in a frenzy, eating away – like a legion of venomous zombies – at any good thing left in your daydreaming, rainbow mind moments so that only wourrie can have its freedom and room to exist.
I am a wourriphilus wart.
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