Voices keep saying you eat your poop, and have added on to that, that you’re a Neo Nazi.
I’m sure I sent an email about this before.
Voices keep saying you eat your poop, and have added on to that, that you’re a Neo Nazi.
I’m sure I sent an email about this before.
Voices are saying you’re anticipating my blog entries now.
They’re also saying in high school you would sit in the back of class and give folks blowjobs.
They’re also saying you already wrote a reply to this blog before I wrote it, well played.
Something about the current President of Argentina, gave him head or something idk.
Voices just make it sound like the world revolves around me and my problems alone, which I know isn’t true but I can see how easily it would be to be wrapped up in thoughts like that.
Voices say you’d toss pee and poop at me if I cheated on you.
Enough said.
Behind me, walking in the NY streets when I was trailing that person, he got a handjob and busted mad quick. He felt fake. Radio powers.
The Indian, voices say you wanted to be Indian, threw shit in the other girls face, stole her ticket. Something like that.
In both scenarios we aren’t an item, but it does begin to rumble, jostle what’s left of any emotion still brightly burning inside of me.
I do not know what to do.
You didn’t choose me, voices say it was someone in Denmark, but I told you about the cosmopolitan article where it said women cut their hair blah blah blah blah.
Voices say you’d be from Sweden if that’s really what I wanted…
I have no idea what I want in this moment… it’s 4 in the morning 😩
Voices say if I REALLY wanted to be with you, I’d be a police officer. Welp.
Voices say you were adopted froM a brothel.
Blowjobs at the hostel.
I really don’t want to think about this shit for the rest of the fucking night.
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Cause if you didn’t give him a blowjob you would’ve been raped. Amazing how mankind can be so fucking ugly.
Voices say you or your mom would’ve blown me in the restaurant.
You stood in front of me, playing defense I guess.
My memory is hazy, but I know that at least.
Everyone with your name in Norway would be sexually assaulted just because I dedicated the book to you? REALLY?!
Ok I take it back, you aren’t Athena, moving on. 🙄
1010 Mass Ave
You had your book
The janitor came in and apparently ejaculated in your cup
Great
Super
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Voices say you swallowed it and that’s why H-Bomb 2.0 said “nice necklace” cause some of it spilled out onto you.
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Now they’re saying you pissed in the cup and the janitor drank it. Amazing.
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okay so you had your back against the wall, and behind the table, not much space to move, and the voices say that was a prime opportunity to be raped
God.
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now I remember we weren’t “technically” dating at the time but I honestly don’t fucking care about our label. You were with me, it somehow, still hurts/annoys me, that I hear this, that I feel this
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Voices say Janitor did end up raping someone after, but you felt it (?) because you were being “turned all the way up”
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Voices say he had a gun.
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He spit on you. That was the pearl necklace, voices are showing me.
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Nope, he didn’t spit, you actually gave him the blowjob.
Voices are calling you an idiot.
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He was “paying you” with the candy bar.
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Okay but the other option was if you came into the room the people there would’ve groped you under the table.
Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.
I guess the blowjob was the lesser evil.
Enjoy him. If he’s what you really want.
Voices keep saying your dad was “The Devil” and r-worded you.
Thats why you are the way you are, forgetting/killing yourself over and over to escape, idek.
I know what I’d do.
But I don’t know how I feel.
I know what I wouldn’t do, or what I should avoid, but it seems alien, to my feelings.