“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.