What my voices are saying right now…
“Pet the cat.
Petting the cat will calm you down.
What are you doing?
Stop.
Stop!
You can’t keep doing this to yourself.
Naked.
Yellow sheets wrapped up in bricks ??
Stop typing this, you’re only making yourself look bad.
Spending time in your room alone again like always? Pathetic.
Closing time.
Don’t text her back, she’s all up in your business.
Everything will be okay.
Don’t take your meds, they’ll ending causing your organs to fail.
Listen to me! I’m the good one here, all the others are bad.
Did you hear that?
What’s the point of doing this? These people don’t care what you have to say.
Are you cold? I’m cold. Turn the f*ckin heat up its cold.
This can’t be happening.”
I can keep going but don’t want to write an essay. I’m just having an off day today, they will go away soon. I’m going to try and sleep it off.