My mother snapped on me today. She’s saying something in the next room as we speak. It sounded like it was a phone call. There was no phone ringing but phones do that these days.
The whole episode was a cartoonish hallucination. It was horrifying seeing your loved ones turn on you like that. There must be things more important than me to them.
I find it odd that I could be the thing in their way of finding their successful win con all the time though.
But that’s in the nature of hallucinations.
I took 1 mg of PRN risperidone just now to try to quell it.
My psychiatrists are completely incompetent.
Back to the good ol’ days when there was an S at the end. Steinway and Sons.
That’ll do for now except everyone hates it and me. So that means it won’t do.
This cute conniving look that is horrifying.
I don’t understand why I have to do everyone’s hard work for them all the time.
Why do I have to exist everyone else?
That’s a waste of a fuckton of resources.
With the garbage I deal with on a regular basis.
I wouldn’t want to exist in a culture with so many microcosms unannounced. Things would change and you wouldn’t adapt and you’d die and suffer and mill about and never be the same. You wouldn’t.
I don’t know. It seems like a useless question when psychiatry is pointing its gun at you.
I don’t understand why people spy on me so much.
The tone of voice is so fucked.
My imagination is the hallucination, I’m too tired to sleep, and we can’t find a nutritional supplement my brother The Middle said would help me.
This supplement doesn’t seem to involve any strings.
But everything always does. Especially when I live my life.
Imaginary fights more painful than real ones, so far.
Noise pollution is, definitely can confirm, a reality.
The voices are the loudest thing.
Some good advice someone could’ve given me (hint hint Dear Therapist You Is a Dumb Fuck Egomaniac) is not to hug my mother unless I want her to hurt me psychically.
Why are things sensor-trigger-wired to my facial muscles? This body is bad.
This weekend is almost over and I had a horrifying time.
I was not aware it was legal to allow people to destroy themselves on their days off.
All Presidents are Stupid.
Retraction of offending limb does not quell imagination/hallucination.
Amplification of noise violation.
I don’t know why I’m legal satire material.
I no longer have control of my brain. I think this is the end.