Before I start this, I know it will be all over the place so it will most likely make no sense. But I want to keep a document of what happens with the new voices and Angels.
The new voices are getting worse. They’re louder, and Jeremy isn’t back. Now there’s only four of them at any given time. There’s one set of four that are awful. I hate them. One is a constant intake of breath that is considerably louder than the others. Another comments on what I’m doing, but in a way which is mockingly. The last two are too quiet to be comprehendible, but I can hear consistent mumblings as they speak together.
There’s also one of them that I hear at night. It’s a laugh. But it’s manic. It’s impossible to sleep when I hear it, and so it keeps me up for hours. I usually fall asleep around 3 or 4 when I hear this.
These types are the worst, I think. They have no meaning other than to drive me insane. At least the others have meaning, the other are Angels. They say these new ones aren’t Angels, but I still need them. They haven’t said why yet.
Though, I found out two of the Angels names two nights ago. Ira and Obadiah. They were arguing, and their names were mentioned. They don’t like me talking about them; they’re yelling at me now.