The voices in my head usually only talk to me at night but lately have been talking more during the day. They told me to stay away from Georgia but I didn't listen and when I saw her again she slapped my back and bruised it, and left a scar on my wrist from clawing me. They tell me not to eat but my family makes me. Why won't they let me live how I want? I don't deserve to eat. I shouldn't.
