Darkthorn’s Blog

Screaming with frustration, all I want is some peace and quiet. No matter what I do, where I go, I can’t escape. They follow me everywhere, to the shops, in the movies, worst in the shower. There is no escape from their insidious gloating whine.

“Why do you bother? What’s the point?”

Sometimes they’re right, there is no point in washing my hair when I’m going to work tonight. Other times I know they are lying to me. I don’t know what they have to gain from it though, with me dead, then who will they torment? I can’t willingly give the voices us, I can’t give them to somebody else.

I at least know they are lying to me. Those hundreds of suicides, those are people who never learnt to cope. I can cope. I am stronger than they are. In the end, I will beat them. All the same, right now I don’t need them. Spending time with my boyfriend shouldn’t be interferred with, it’s my time. It’s my life to do with what I will. It will never belong to the voices again.