I can’t hear myself think over the voices berating me about all that I’m doing wrong. I’m not ill, I’m not a schizo or have any mental disabilities. The voice is me, and instead of enjoying life and giving myself breaks I sit and tell myself that I can be better. Look like him, think like her, humor like he does, do s***, you’re being unproductive, ahhhhhhhh hear that? Can’t you hear that? Go ahead, find your thought process. Ahhhhhhh. It’s f****** tv static in my head. All I’m knocked out to be is a f****** disgusting pervert, and I wish the s***** trauma I’ve experienced made me hate s** instead of crave it. I’m a disgrace to this society and all of my friends. And if they knew what goes on in my head, s***** or not, they wouldn’t like me anymore. I hate argument, I’m getting off track, shbsbsnnsnanabahxhhchchdbdbd. A therapist told me that I should forgive myself for being so perverted because “boys think about s** all the time, statistically 2 times every minute” and why the f*** would I want to forgive myself for that. It’s disgusting. I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself. F*** everyone. I’m gonna f****** kill myself. That’s what I should tell her. I’m gonna die and it’s gonna be my fault. Maybe I should kill her too. For being such a bootlicker over this s***.