So I'm gonna describe this as a relationship but that isnt what it actually is. It's the v-voices in my head, They dont like to be called that though.
I have to do what they say, like I have rules. You can see them. They have me right them down on my arm so I dont forget
-----------------------------
_____________
The rules:
•lie about how you are doing
•don't let people get too close to your heart
• be quiet
• Be guarded about everything
--------------------------------
____________
There are more but those are all that matter right now. Anyways if I break these rules I get punished. Either with cutting, banging my head on to something, mental screaming, choking, and the things that are in my head.
It feels like -well- I love them right? And the They love me too. They are trying to help and they take care of me. They tell me the truth of me. Like how I am awful and mean and cruel and fat and ugly.. it goes on.
But that's okay, right? Sometimes I doubt that They care for me but I am just being silly.
This made me feel better.....
~l-london
