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My name is Diana and I'll start out by telling you that I just turned 18 and I have been on medication since I was 17 for hearing a voice in my head talking to me.

So I told my parents and they took me to a therapist and they diagnosed me with schizophrenia.

But anywho I'm 5'5 and I weigh 125lbs I'm skin and bones but no matter how much I eat I can not gain weight.

I do not think the meds caused me to look like I do because I look well I look like a goddess with long thin legs I'm medium build and long blonde natural wavy hair that stops right at the top of my ass and I love to wear clothes that are tight fitting showing off everything I have.

I guess the reason why I love to wear tight clothes is that they show my nice toned ass.

After I graduated high school I went to work with my stepdad and the second night there this god like man caught my eye.

I caught myself staring at him and drinking in his features he has red hair he is tall approximately 5'9 5'10 he has a red beard and mustache. Man is he hot like super hot.

We worked together for almost half a month before he caught me the one night falling asleep at my press with my eyes wide open.

He decided that he wanted to be a smartass and walk up behind me with an ice cold can of mountain dew and stuck it straight on the back of my neck.

With the cold can pressed against the back of my neck I turned around with my work knife in my hand about to cut whomever it was that did that to me, he jumped back and said "Whoa there killer lol don't stab me." he said with a slight chuckle.

"You are so damn lucky that its someone who introduced himself to me on my third night Thomas. That is the only reason why I pulled back before I went forward with my knife. Why in the hell would you come up behind me and scare the shit out of me?" I asked with a bit of fear and sarcasm in my voice.

"Woah there! I'm sorry I didnt mean to scare you." he exclaimed "But I noticed that you were moving and that I had a feeling you feel asleep so when I walked past and got a good look at your face I saw that your eyes were open but that you didnt see me and I figured out that you fell asleep while doing your job and well I figured you needed a pick me up so here I am with that pick me up."

At around 3:30am I'm about to take my last 15 minute break for the night and here comes Thomas right up to me.

"What is up?" I curiously asked him.

"Call me sometime stranger."

"Stranger?" I asked him incredulously and he thrusts a piece of paper into my hands and walks away.

I unfolded the paper and low and behold its his phone number and name.

I started fighting with the part of my brain that isn't affected by my supposed schizophrenia.

What the fuckinghell was that?

Did he really just call me a stranger?

Yes yes he did.