I'm not crazy - I'm different.
I'm not sick - I'm difficult.Sometimes I don't sleep for days.
Sometimes I still don't eat.
Most days I can cope better than at 13...
But some days are bad.
Some days he wants blood
Some days he wants anger and hate and pain and sadness. He makes me hurt people. He makes me leave people.
He tells me I don't need anyone but him ... Sometimes i believe him because I've made it this far without anyone to help but some days I'm tired and I want to rest , I want him to go away. But when he disappears I panic. He is all I have known since childhood. I'm used to having something with me all the time.Sometimes we play games other times HE plays games and that's when I get scared. Because his games are me or someone I care about getting hurt.
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Darkman
HorrorI knew he was real. ////---A story about my schzioaffective disorder. // Unedited