TV: "HEY lOOk at ME, I'm dIfFeReNt!"
I look at my clothes. I have a chain hanging from my left, and I have some spiked shiny punk bracelets with black leather joining the silver metal studs on my left hand. It makes me think of handcuffs, and chains. I also have [redacted to preserve identity secrecy]. hm...
I think I might have asked my grandma what she thought, and she'd said that I'm gonna get beaten up.
Rn on the train: "blah blah kettle blah, shut up!"
Do kettles talk?
I know the TV does.
TV: "Okay Mister Monster."
The random passenger: "Talking to you."
(...)
Another passenger: "says something about talking."
The passenger: "So rude!"
I'm pretty sure I heard someone in the garden telling me I'm rude, at midnight, or they might have said "BOO!". I think it was "Boo" cos I was like, "...boo?".
Right now back to before. I was now away from where the TV was, and then I got scared and told my parents that my grandma told me that I'd get beat up, with some crying emojis.
They also said she was right.
A homeless guy is asking for change so he can stay at a hostel. I thought he said I was "still in hospital".
Now another guy is saying "I'm the devil."
Earlier, two random school kids said "he thinks he's invincible."
Right now I'm on the train.
Before all that though, I'd listened to my Mummy, and my Daddy, and my Granny, and I'd removed some chains. And then -
I think everyone is talking to me because I hear voices! Yay.
I always hear voices. Sometimes I hear other voices.
To add to that, if I clap, I will levitate, because I'm God. I say this to myself as a joke.
Mentally. Not out loud.
So...
Now someone is talking about hair dye and taking meds and "why are you being so rude?"
I feel like bubbles when I take meds. Because my meds are ("fucking drowned") probably antidepressants or anti anxiety stuff.
Someone sighs.
Sometimes I hear people talk about random stuff and it sounds like "DIE! ILL KILL HIM! Something like that."
On the train rn: "Shave your arse."
I'm getting off. At the stop. That sounds funny.
—
I'm home.
The crows outside are laughing at me.
Voices whispering in my ear: gone/mad mad.
Voices later: mad, mad.
TV: "He's Clearly A Vegetable!"
I was in the kitchen, doing stuff and the tv was going nearby.
Voices: you're mad.
—
I'm in my bedroom now. Lying on my bed.
Me: am I going to be life imprisoned?
Voices: yes you are!
Happiness.
Voices: He wants it! Beautiful.
Voices: You're dumb.
... I read back on this chapter, and a dog barks, and I'm not quite crazy enough to believe it is laughing at my personal jokes. It did almost sound like it was laughing, though.
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I just finished the cover of this story aaand I'm about to sleep. Nighties.
