They haven't done anything dangerous (although the compulsion to take a knife and drawing it across my neck is kinda freaky if my head wasn't in such a goofy mood that it almost seemed funny).
It's just a bunch of yattermouths that refuse to quiet down. Maybe i should write something... a story or something...
I'm guessing this is coming from a sense of restlessness that can't be quelled. The erratic nature of my mind does worry me quite a bit but it isn't like the voices manifested into a compulsion to destroy... Although it has once before.
I need an outlet.
Maybe i should do math.
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