Okay, I know it's bad, but here it is. It needs a lot of editing...
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Prologue:
Yuck. Pain tastes like oranges. Revolting oranges. Anyway, not only do I taste pain, but I see it too. Tiny little squares with even tinier triangles inside of them.
I'm what you would call a Synesthete. So, I have Synesthesia. Very uncommon quirk, as I like to call it. People think it's a disease, or a disorder, or a... something. News flash : It's not.
So, I can taste pain. Yeah, but that's not the only thing that classifies me as a freak. For example, if someone has done a project and made a poster and they wanted to make it pretty and made the whole title orange or something, I go berserk. For as long as I can possibly remember, numbers and letters have always had certain colors assigned to them. Like, the letter "g" and the number "four" share the same metallic color. If they make the whole word one certain color, it upsets me, because in my mind, it's the wrong colors.
Another thing is capital letters. I don't mean one capital letter for proper nouns and such. I'm talking like a whole word or more in all caps. It gives me a headache. It's so... loud.
When listening to music, I taste different things and see different colors and shapes. When I'm listening to my iPod or radio, I like to listen to "orange music" or "blue music" most of the time. There are different colors, but those are my favorites. Orange music is serene. Blue music makes me happy. There's just something about it. But, blue music, for example, isn't just one genre of music.
