I think in broken repetative jumbled words. Once a thought enters my head it replays over and over till my concious mind acknowledges it and then I am forced to deal with it. If I am in a good mood the broken record of happiness plays over and over until joy consumes me. When I am pissed off the broken record of misery scratches on and on till I want to cry. I never think in full sentences unless I am arguing with someone in my head. I never think in pictures either unless I make a concious effort to do so.
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