Delusions. Lots and lots of delusions. Seeing people in my mind, hearing them, having them imprinted in my neurons. Disturbing, always disturbing. Not sure how to get rid of them. Their aliases. In my mind. Not the real people. Those exist, those are fine, there’s nothing wrong with real people existing in real life. But imaginary versions, not right. I act violently toward them in my imagination to reclaim my space, my mind. In theory my organs belong to me, so my mind and therefore my brain should belong to me, but most seem to be under the impression that I belong to them. Slavery. I am the slave, they are the master. This is disturbing. I don’t really like it and I wish I could just be alone most of them time but what’s the loss. One more human life. Doesn’t matter much.