Since Tuesday I haven’t been able to sleep. I even took two trazadone tablets last night and it still didn’t knock me out.
I have no idea what’s going on, all I do know is that the voices are out of control, but! Still more manageable than when I tried to go and see you.
They tell me all kinds of stories about what’s happening on your side of the world, people I don’t know, people I do know and don’t speak to, what I should or what someone would be doing in my place.
I don’t take the time to write it all down because it’s either explicitly graphic in sexual detail or violent, and also I try not to give it too much thought and chalk it up to “hallucinations.”
Still, I’d like to believe some of the nice things they say, about me, or us, but woe is me.
Reality plays a much more downtrodden and bitter tune.