There’s a voice inside my head. He’s British and he’s really judge mental. He’s the voice of the narrator of LBP. Whatever I do, he’s there saying “She hates this” or “This bothers her”. I’m sick of him but he’s just there. Am I insane? Is there someone else in me. He always tells me that my Dad, brothers and me he’s the reason why I’m not myself around Dahlia. I’m so tired. I don’t know why, I don’t feel like going to school. I have another voice in me telling me I hate school and I’m pretty sure that’s the voice of the devil so GO AWAY YOU! But the British voice is just there, revealing my true emotions in my head and I wish I could hear those words in real life, just to make sure I’m not crazy. God, make someone say that so I KNOW I’m not crazy. I don’t want to be crazy because I have so many goals in life and I WANT to complete. I don’t wanna be stuck in a mental hospital. I wonder how my family feels about me. I hope THEY don’t think I’m crazy…. God, I ❤ you. Magenta, I ❤ you.
PS: Why did my ears hurt in the morning?
PPS: Now me, the voice isn’t British
PPPS: Whenever I’m done writing I never feel better, just quiet.