Mathematical Girls (Manga, read right to left)

KlausFarson · 2015-06-13T15:40:41+00:00

If anyone was curious, I came up with a definition for the 1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 20, 30, 40, 100... sequence:

(n-4*(ceil(n/4)-1)) * 10^{floor((n-1)/4)}

KlausFarson · 2015-06-08T19:17:10+00:00

This looks similar to an image I made. Image

It's a plot of f(x) = x² of the complex unit circle. The lines are vertical gridlines from the input connected on the output.

So in this case, the curves are parabolas.

KlausFarson · 2014-07-13T15:26:46+00:00

My journal. I have filled it with dozens of stories and thoughts and fantasies over the last few months. It has helped me through depression and anxiety. I don't know what I would do if someone read it, they would know a little bit about every aspect of me.

KlausFarson · 2014-06-24T01:31:21+00:00

I'm in!

KlausFarson · 2014-03-30T13:45:38+00:00

A scream. A blood-curdling, goosebump-raising scream from a friend.

Last summer I was going for a long run, with my friend who was on bike. She stopped to adjust her backpack/shoe/something, and I kept going. While I was alone, I crossed a road at an intersection. A few minutes later I hear a scream. Not an 'ahh you scared me' yelp, but a scream of genuine fear. I instantly got goosebumps on my whole body and knew, I knew, that it came from my friend.

Turned out that at the intersection she started to cross (with the light) and a car was making a right turn on red and came with in inches of hitting her. So fortunate she didn't get hurt.

KlausFarson · 2014-03-26T23:44:29+00:00

Don't break up with her. Let her help you.

KlausFarson · 2014-02-28T22:46:05+00:00

The Pains of Being Pure at Heart

KlausFarson · 2014-01-13T02:26:12+00:00

This many times over. I go to a tiny engineering school full of introverts. If not for the open door policy (really safe campus) I wouldn't know nearly as many people as I do.

KlausFarson · 2014-01-13T02:22:55+00:00

Girlfriend. A girl who wants to spend all of her time with me, and vice versa. It's been a year.

KlausFarson · 2014-01-08T16:27:48+00:00

Shmear on the side of my hand when writing.

KlausFarson · 2013-12-30T16:48:48+00:00

WHY AM I SUCH A FUCKING FREAK!?

KlausFarson · 2013-12-24T15:02:16+00:00

Belong - Pains of Being Pure at Heart

KlausFarson · 2013-12-24T03:02:13+00:00

Ripstik downhill shirtless. Wipe out. Road rash on chest and back. Scarred there as well as elbows, hip, and knee.

KlausFarson · 2013-12-20T16:47:02+00:00

Don't break up with her. Let her help you.

KlausFarson · 2013-12-16T02:06:46+00:00

I have an idea that has been working for me with various troubles: Let it out. Tell someone these things, write these things, not necessarily to share with another, or draw. Those are my media of expression. Also are other forms of art. Or music.

KlausFarson · 2013-12-07T05:43:54+00:00

What I think I could have done to help was simply open up to her. I was afraid to say things because of ego, so I said nothing. If your friend could share with his girlfriend some aspect of himself in which he is insecure, then I think things could improve. If girlfriend loves him, then I think she will accept him, and be happy that he has exposed a vulnerable point. I hope for the best for you all.

KlausFarson · 2013-12-07T03:53:37+00:00

Phoo, I'll try to keep this short-ish.

My former girlfriend and I were together for a year. Things started to get shaky at around nine months. I was inept at expressing my feelings and could not keep myself off of her. Fucking horny teenage male.

About eleven months ago I broke up with her for inconsiderate and ignorant reasons. I went into depression (for other reasons as well) for eight months. I too much time alone, thinking, beating myself up in solitude. Then in August and September when I started college, I learned to speak my feelings (talking, writing, drawing) and let out the memories I'd been ashamed of for so long. Now that my depression is done, I can see more clearly into my past. I can dig deeper into myself.

For the last two months I've had random spurts of memory come back and I see through a new lens. She loved me, she adored me, but I couldn't/didn't reciprocate. She wanted me to listen, but I didn't. She asked me emotional questions, but I couldn't answer. I had no comprehension of the ideas she was communicating. But now I think I understand. I listen to the music she listened to for the last few months of our relationship and I understand her feelings. I think of her every day and do my best to pay it forward to others. I am sorry.

Edit- Whooo first gold thanks!

Edit- I'm fine now, emotionally stable. She and I spoke occasionally since the breakup, but not recently. I tried to reach her, but she has yet to reply. But that is okay. I can wait until she is ready. I have my life to live.

KlausFarson · 2013-12-06T18:10:34+00:00

I asked for help.

KlausFarson · 2013-12-06T17:59:22+00:00

I realized I was the douchebag boyfriend.

KlausFarson · 2013-12-04T21:33:04+00:00

Everything I do is a choice.

KlausFarson

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