I’ll survive the voices, but hearing about you truly ruins my mood.
Voices are saying at the Boston Hostel, you sucked dick every night, but then there’s a voice that interjects and says you were raped.
Voices say you did all of these things but “wouldn’t want to be a slut to my face.”
What I get from this is that they’re arguing that everything was your fault and somehow it wasn’t.
I remember the story you told me about the guys that stole your laptop. I guess they want me to not trust that alibi.
The voices say you feel shame.
Either way, I can’t change the past, I’ve admitted as much, but every time you come up, outside of my control, my mood worsens.
I took the day off of work tomorrow. Monday is my birthday and as a present to myself, I’m going to a concert.
Next week a rave, Octoberfest, and the week after that, who knows.
I have something planned for almost every week of this month.
I bring that up to make myself feel better.