Conformity at crisis

 In June of 2007, I was diagnosed with schizo-affective disorder: a form of schizophrenia. The mind and body are a record and the mind speaks eloquently of what it learned: in this life if cognizant or that one, of a previous life if becoming conscious. Becoming conscious is a type of conformity to wit, and a form of eloquent cognizance if learned.  Conformity is the practice of secrecy socially, yet being schizo-affective interferes with the consciousness focus at interims of eloquence.  A

I have is a desire to be understood. I have been through a transformation of voice. I am now conformity of family, and secrecy of not one sibling or cousin unto mine own heart. I seek improvement,yet have led a reckless life in search of family, yet not of the family put together by parents. This means we were their family, and I yet disagree with what we learned. I probably always will. I should have been taught better hygiene, better commonality, and intrinsic respect for the family we were left with. I ought have been raised to be a sister, not the youngest sibling that struggled to admire her older sister. Here is where I meet family, online at platform six. 

Oops, schizophrenic again. Dearly I have loved my mother, dearly I love my father, and dearly was my sister loved. Yet, there is causation of blame and accord which disrupt a pattern, vocally, which discriminates toward my sister.  It is a belief issue, and in my improvement-seeking I no longer dwell excessively in an aggressive voice acquired at discipline disobediently.  I have been sinister with my sister, and to her disadvantage vocally.  She doesn't miss me is what I fear, seeking her own ambiguity in the nation we each reside within. Her her torment, I imagine to lead Hawaii, mine is the aptitude to concede at voice the loneliness of my heart at platform three; to the national assembly.

Platform is the nation's secretive communication study of me, the nation's witch, kahuna, psychic. This secret, I withhold from my family because platform is of Nicaragua design. Then we are each related to Antennae labor at design labor implementation.  Of this, I can type, yet here, my voice concedes, I am in conflict. Conflict because I am schizo-affective is what ECHO:208234776 believe. Conflict be hard I mediate in international concerns is what the family does know.