First, there’s no such thing as a new person saying “I don’t know where to begin.” There is no place to begin, so saying that in your post means you’re overcompensating for using a different email. Second, if you talk about things that are not real, like buying happy pills or your fucking job, then you lose all credibility here. Third, every single person on earth hears voices it’s just that some people who love to judge and label things because they are afraid of not knowing things label and judge their voices to be somehow more special than self proclaimed normal people. The voice telling you that you should shove a hamburger down someone’s throat and strip naked because the government is watching you is the same voice that tells you to raise your arm to shield the sun from your eyes. If you are not blind. Fourth, it’s contradictory to claim that suicide project has a specific purpose and guidelines seeing as how suicide is a concept of bravery and freedom. Fifth, if you are deciding someone else’s reality for them and you’re joking about it or you fucking think they are trash or some bullshit then you need to check yourself because you are not taking the soul and the life seriously and that means you have no credibility whatsoever. Sixth, you do not have freedom to talk. Seven, it’s contradictory to say alcohol and drugs and cutting make you feel better because alcohol tastes like shit and chocolate cereal tastes better and drugs taste like shit and chocolate cereal tastes better and cutting is a way for life to become more real and less fake because having a cut on you just takes away the irrelevant and frivolous things. Eight, if you need more proof that I’m right, get off this computer and go and do something to someone next to you that they don’t like and make it soulful and real and watch as they strip everything from you because you messed up their perfect little space and they have a right to be free from trash like you. I’m saying they will think you’re trash in that moment. I’m not calling you trash. You call me trash.