After my mother put me in therapy...i did this...this was...a year ago..i even threatened to kill my siblings...i hated therapy...so the lady..who...ah i remember now what its called..the therapist let me draw and write out things instead...it was fun..but...therapy didnt help...
I still see things...
I still do things...
I still hear voices and screams...
I still taste my blood in my mouth..
I still can feel the presence of all my dead friends...
Also...
Speaking of which...
Other one of my closest friend died...
When i say i talk to myself...
Sometimes...i talk to the voices...and they all seem to have all voices of those ive lost....
Im alone...
But im not...
I always want to talk to someone...
Because...
I dont wanna talk to them...
When i do...
Its painful...
Even though....they seem like my friends......
They arent....they r just voices....
I need to be normal...
And talk to real people...
Thats one reason why im always so desperate...others...
I cant say...
