my brain keeps trying to escape...the echindna puggles are rolling about. the quiet voice wants an icepick through my eyesockets. a transorbital lobotomy can't feel any worse than this.
i realized that this was the same quiet voice that told me that i was fake and the blood and fire would make me real. this is the voice that told me that no one cared.
it's a scary voice, because i really do listen to it. it's quiet, in a world of endless noise. it's endlessly rational, or at least it seems that way.
it's just so bizarre to know that there is a part of your brain that is just completely, utterly untrustworthy. trufax, i cannot ever, ever, ever act on one thing this voicethought says - i might not survive next time.
