so fucking done
I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I miss the voices
I actually miss the way they screamed abuse at me because it’s better than waiting for another episode to happen and watch myself pull out stitches or scratch nonesense into my skin
because that’s not me. I am not he, he is not I. He is my psychosis, I am me. I am sane in everyway possible. He is not sane, he is my insanity. We just share the same body.