Where voices are free to express themselves?
Every morning, after coffees, I sit on the armchair of voices. Voices come and i write them down
Where voices are free to express themselves?
Every morning, after coffees, I sit on the armchair of voices. Voices come and i write them down
Not really
I never wrote them apart to repeat to my psychiatrist
And I tend to struggle or be surprised when they come
I thought this was going to be a thread about acne.
The voice I hear is constant, so the answer is no
And they’re never nice
Yeah, it’s called Hell. I’ll go there and let them have their say after I die. Until then they get shoved into a corner ‘cuz I got important shiz to do in my day, yo.
Don’t even give them that power. Fu ck hell
Normally I’d agree with you, but the point of Hell is that it is, er, Hell.
Of course I’m going to try and take over the place. You with me?
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I don’t believe in hell. I believe in universal reconciliation.
I would much prefer to see the absolute conversion of those that would go there into pure light
That’s because you’re not married yet.
– ba dum tss –
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The voices and acne act in the same way: You always have an outbreak when you need to go out somewhere. Frig.
I wrote my voices down and they sound really mean
What do they say to you? If you don’t mind me asking?
A lot of negative comments like I’m a wimp and things like that
You’re not a wimp. You’re a lovely person!
Thank you ![]()