Voices keep saying you only cook Howard feces and urine to eat, and he doesn’t know how to take care of himself, or hold down a job.
I think, a situation like that is no place for a child, let alone a grown man.
Voices also say “that’s the opposite” over and over again, but to everything. I know I’ve said this before but I stopped trying to decide what’s the “truth” in all of my hallucinating.
They recently said that last email exchange, where you said you’d spread “racism” about me was “the opposite,” which I didn’t expect to hear, because I had been using those words, remembering those words to ground me in reality, to try and prevent or stifle my “natural,” “warm and fuzzy” feelings for you.
I feel like an Olympic ping pong ball.