You are this memes origin

Voices say:

Edit: This meme embodies being a Swedish Prostitute (will embed later)

The idea that keeps playing on repeat in my head is that while prostitution is illegal in Sweden you can still sell like, “the use of a body part” in a sense, but not sex itself, I.e. you could sell your spit to someone and they masturbate with it/you give them a handjob (thus the obsession with blowjobs right now) and it’s technically not “selling sex.”

In my fucked up imagination, do you remember that piece of your foot you peeled off when I ran to catch the bus? You’d sell something like that and make them jerk off with it.

Gross. 🤢

Brazil

Voices are now telling me about what you were like in Brazil, saying “you were turned all the way up and no one wanted to know what you were thinking about.”

They’re equating you to this influencer I follow on Snapchat, a goth girl boxer, Barbie Three Six. She’s in Brazil now so I screenshot some of her story to post here.

Of course, she looks and most likely acts nothing like you, but I’ve already fucking lost my mind. What can’t I say?

“Enlightenment”

For some reason the voices are saying I’m your “fathers” cock… what?

Edit: while the voices are telling me why your “father” went through with facial reconstruction surgery, they’re also saying you don’t want to get back together with me in Boston, but instead, California.

I have no plans to move to California anytime soon, at least not while I’m trying to finish my degree at UMass Boston, which will take at least another 2 years.

New York

Voices say you gave someone or multiple people a blowjob in New York and they think they’re in love with you…

Edit: Voices are telling me it was rape and that you’d never want me to know, but it would appear that they aren’t respecting your wishes, or mine.

Anyway, sorry that it happened to you.

Edit: Voices say Aaron Wall would say something like “I’d rather be gay than be with someone who was raped.”

No one is perfect. You could spend your whole life looking for a perfect person only to end up with someone lying to you.

I’m not perfect, I lost my goddamn mind on you trying to figure out what the fuck was and still is going on inside of my head.

Not to compare apples to oranges though but I think, personally, you choosing to be with me (if that’s even an option) is much crazier than me wanting or choosing to be with you.

Edit: Voices keep saying you’d never want to be an American, that was “someone else” and okay, if that’s the case why are they still mentioning you at all?

Went to be too early

Voices say you are feces out of tin foil on your wedding day.

That no one would want to hear your wedding vows because they’d make you sick.

That you’re a lesbian.

That this is somebody else.

edit: voices say you “had sex” on a table at the wedding reception and some feces was left over and you had a mental breakdown

Edit: voices say you have done your best to forget about this day, and if these events are true I don’t blame you

Sweden/Boston

Voices say you’d go and be a “whore” in Sweden before you’d come and see my in Boston. That some girl from Boston already went there and had sex with the guy you want over there.

edit:

Voices say you’d just buy the house from my mom and kick us out. Fucked up thing to do.

Unfollow

For every girl I have to unfollow I want a kiss.

Edit:

What you can do is create a profile/account for the specific website and if you already have a list of usernames that for some reason I’m imagining you do, you can copy and paste that list and send it as a message so I can just click the usernames on the specific website and it will take me there and I’ll unfollow.

Australian Girl

If that really was you I’m sorry that was how we had to meet.

But I have places to be in this city.

I have responsibilities.

It’s stupid to think that with all I’ve given you, that’s how I’d want to be greeted.

I blocked Thea

And since I blocked her, the voices have gotten louder.

Saying things like she would’ve gone all over the world for you.

You would’ve never told me you loved me, turned up or off.

But I started typing and they stopped.

Wait- now they’re apologizing.

What the fuck.

I did smoke some weed.

It should not, or at least it’s stated that this weed has no properties to cause paranoia or anxiety.

It’s called “Concrete Jungle”

I’m just gonna keep looking for weed like this.

I don’t want to hear this

Voices are telling me what happened in New York after I kissed you on the sidewalk, or maybe before, when I was on my way home.

Fucked up.

Edit: voices say it would’ve happened again in Boston if I didn’t ask my mom for permission to let you stay over that night.

Fucked. Up.

Edit: voices are saying your “dad” is the porn channel “Fake Hostel” and the reason what happened isn’t a video is because what happened was not consensual.

No ZYN

Every time I have a craving for beer I’m gonna buy hard liquor and try to make a new habit

Self control

Voices say when you said you had “no self control” or very little self control, this is what you meant.

That someone somewhere in some studio with hyper acoustic technology could possess you and make you act and perform like “someone else.”

You’re “playful” which means you’re not okay with people dying, whereas I’m the opposite, and that’s why I have “psychosis.”

They say the world has ended, and they mean this facsimile of it, as we’re all still walking in our native countries or otherwise.

They say you were “kidnapped” at the hostel in Boston, maybe New York as well, as opposed to consenting to going out with other people, and they showed you around town at night, after I had taken you back.

Fuck this.

Every time I write

Someone has to die, the voices say, not remembering that I wrote only a few hours ago that whomever dies is none of my concern.

I want the voices in my head to stop, and I want what’s best for you.

That’s all.

Edit: Just live and let die, Aaron

You don’t want to stay in Boston

Voices keep saying you love me but you hate it here.

This is literally my only foundation right now, and I don’t have a car.

I wouldn’t know where else to move to, save maybe Oregon because I like playing with the idea of working at Nintendo.

I’m stuck here, like you if you were here.

But I’m trying to make the best of it, you can only play the cards you’ve been dealt.

Starting over

At some point in the day the voices got much quieter, but they’re still here.

I’m hoping to get some sleep tonight and maybe they’ll be gone or at least even quieter than they are now in the morning.

Take care.