Voices keep saying you have Chlamydia.
A quick google search shows that Chlamydia is curable.
They say your campaign of revenge is the reason why you or someone told me “don’t wait up” or not to wait for you but honestly had they or you or whomever these voices are been paying attention to my anguished writing they’d know or at least glimpse the struggle I’ve had trying to center someone else at the attention of my affection.
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Gonorrhea is curable too
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I just took a poop and I think someone, something, my brain was trying to make me hallucinate that your face was in my stool. A voice chimed in and said “that you never be [your name]” but also they keep repeating that “you’re a turd” and that’s what you tried to show me when you passed out in Cambridge and I had to hold you/shake you until you awoke. I still don’t know if that was you actually fainting or playing a game with me but here we are, the year 2026, and I’m still writing to what I assume is no one but for all the world to see.
Give me a fucking break.