| Disorder | Rating |
| Paranoid: | Low |
| Schizoid: | Low |
| Schizotypal: | Moderate |
| Antisocial: | Low |
| Borderline: | Low |
| Histrionic: | Moderate |
| Narcissistic: | Low |
| Avoidant: | Moderate |
| Dependent: | High |
| Obsessive-Compulsive: | Moderate |
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Deary me... I'm a flippin dependent person... *sniff* Wah. The avoidant sounds like me though... hmm... curious.
In other news... I'm still sick. I've also made mild progress on my story. I wrote a strange poem last night too... I was bored.
It sucks. I hate it. I wrote it based on the rhyme scheme of "The Lady of Shalott" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Blah.
Tempest
The clouds that gather for a storm
Drift in velvety dark swarms
The heavens that crackle are warm
The mighty typhoon takes form
Batten down the hatches
I stare in wonder at the sky
As seagulls rocket on by
I hear a siren cry
Batten down the hatches
The cyclone begins to twirl
Catching items in a whirl
It picks some cars to hurl
And some waves to curl
I hear the ocean scream
The sky looks more like the sea
The winds wail like a banshee
Launching deadly debris
I think it’s all a dream
After the winds roar on through
And the sea stops to brew
The world feels anew
As though the salt has been imbued
Into the air evermore
There are missing marks once there
The lives claimed were not to spare
This storm did not play fair
The same is nevermore
