I Am God

Monday And A Half (Monday's gone, its midnight. Past midnight. Fizzle pop.)

I finished adding this book to one of my reading lists, and I looked at one of the tags, and I thought it said "dickhead".

Voices: You see.

I saw a Diablo Immortal game advert on this platform and got triggered.

Neighbour: "He still thinks he's the devil."

Voices: he's a savage.

I'm insulting myself, because I am God. I'm not a beast or whatever - ah.

Some thoughts are p-pretty-probably.

My head is aching massively right now. It's been aching bad the whole day, and my voices have been loud. Not much more than usual. But when I'm tired... I zone out more. I find myself enjoying it. Immensely.

Pain, painpainpainpainpain.

The voices are the niceness.

The p was pointless.

I remember the fi-

- "BAR-WURGH!" The neighbours' dog barks.

The first time I realised that I was hearing the TV speaking to me when it was off.

This distorted demonic voice said to me... "you're daydreaming." And the voice smiled.

Boo!

We are.

And then a car passed, and made a car's noise, and then the TV cut out. It was completely silent.

I then walked into the room and saw that the screen was blank.

The voice was me. All of my voices are me.

Okay.

Now there's distorted noises from outside.

It might be a radio or it might be the neighbour talking.

"You're dangerous." It says, like it's trying to hammer something obvious into my head with a hammer.

Hmm.. muff muff muff, the distortion says.