The voices in my head have come back in full force.
While I have increased the dosage of my medication, it feels as if it’s still not enough.
They chatter on about my ex and her life, but for the longest time they’ve been obsessed with my sexuality, sexuality in general!
I’ll hit you with the conspiracy:
The voices talk as if they need a queer/homosexual role model to propel into stardom/hollywood or wherever role models may be, either for the city of Boston or some other nefarious corporate giant to deplatform the current cast of Boston celebrities.
And this all happening in my head, bouncing around the black screen of my mind like the fucking DVD logo.
If I say “I’m not gay” enough times it will just sound like I’m in the closet, and with this context if I tell you to investigate who I follow on social media you might say I’m overcompensating.
BUT TRUST ME, IF YOU NEED ME TO FUCK YOU MOM/GIRLFRIEND/WIFE/SISTER TO PROVE IM NOT A FUCKING F***** ILL DO IT.
Leave me the fuck alone!